(Not to be Repaid)

Water in the glass
Shakes on the kitchen table
As I am writing.

 

Noiseless clod of snow
Falling swiftly to the ground
Followed by others.

Shadow on the tree
Last for only a second
Then cloud swallows it.

Scattered through the snow
Thin branches are silhouettes
Of a Spring to be.   

Lines along the snow
Borrowed from adjacent fence;
(Not to be repaid).

Many woodpeckers
Have feasted on this old stump.
Now, it's mainly holes.

 

Lying off the road
Small Siberian tundra
(Visiting Woodstock?)

 

  



The road is empty;
All I have for company
Is my monkey mind.