Even Shadows End

 

Outside the window
Little bird gobbling its food--
It's feast or famine.

Another blizzard?
That's what they're saying now.
(Just what do "they" know?)

The stop sign shadow
Cut off at the side of the road.
Even shadows end.

 

 


In blinding snow field
Plant stalks stick up like whiskers
Ready to be shaved.

 

Gentle frigid breeze
Bows the evergreen tree tops--
And goes on its way.

 

 Flat roller is iced
Snow frosts its great cylinder
Like a rounded cake.

A tiny brown leaf
Skips criss crossed across the road
Late for the Autumn.

Forest is quiet;
Even the wind has shut up--
Crack! Pop! Goes a branch.