And Where is the Stream?

 Sun on the mountain,
Rolling so dramatically
As lifted curtain.

 Designs in the snow
Right on my porch bannister.
Why does it do that?

 

Sitting on the porch,
An offering of cookies
To all who want them.
 

 

Completely frozen--
Fast swift burbling water
To a block of ice.
 

 

 A stick in the snow
Not representing a thing
(But stick in the snow)

Where is the stream bed?
Lying under sunny snow.
And where is the stream?

Facing the morning
House on hill receives its light--
Bright benediction.

Smoke floats through the trees
Puffing full from the chimney
Dissolving in woods.