Snow is Playing and Shouts

 

Blank of silent white
    Covers everything outside;
    Sun tries to break through.

White forsythia
Doesn't move a single branch;
Puffy snow clouds fall

Even dead branches
Lying snow laden by road
Sport holiday flair.

As silent as snow
Birds flick out from the branches
And flick back again.

From the frosted hill
Distant calling of children.
Snow is playing and shouts.

Descending white clumps
Hit the earth without a sound.
Snow fall is silent.

Road signs are blank white;
Their identity erased
With a few snow strokes.

How swiftly the road
Returns to its dirt brown hue
While the woods stay white.