In Its Winter Dance

  

How rounded the strips
Under the gentle sunshine
In snow on my porch.

 

 The shovel's leaning
Even though snow's all around.
Why waste energy?

Back garden party
Now cloaked completely in white,
Waiting for the guests.

The stream is frozen;
Gray ice covers the surface;
Wait! There's a tinkling.

Sapling in the snow
Seems to be taking a bow
In its winter dance.

Sunlight in the woods--
Diverse shadows on the snow
Last for a moment.

Wooden lattice work
Stand vacant without function
Near empty garage.

Forest is singing;
It monotonous high pitch.
Other sounds are not.