Good Thing it Was Cut

This is the tree stump--

Base of a forty foot tree.

Good thing it was cut.

Sun falling on snow;

Water dripping from the eaves;

White blasts in the woods.

Icicles dripping;

Persistent drops of water;

A white winter day.

Susan drags the hay;

(Little house but no prairie). 

The goats are waiting.

Tracks on my front porch--

Not a squirrel or a large bird;

What the hell was it?

The snow frosted stream

Flows as loudly as ever

Through the whitened woods.

Soft white dunes appear

Where yesterday were brown leaves.;

Tomorrow? Who knows?

Shadows in the woods

Fall sharply on the white snow--

Cold winter contrast.

Hardy milkweed husk

Still standing through the snow fall

Without any seeds.