No Water. No Stream.

Birds fluttering past,
Stop to eat at the feeder
Then flutter away.

 

 





Waving evergreen
Tries to shake off the sunshine,
But the sun persists.

 

They keep on eating
Their daily breakfast of hay,
No matter how cold.

 

Roaring up the road,
Icy wind blows in the woods--
Sounds are all around.

 

Rough wind has died down,
Dead leaf catches its shadow
Sitting on the road.

 

On the frozen road
Shadows snake around the bend;
Wind whispers in woods.

 

 Old rusty basin
Holds the fresh water flowing
No matter how cold.

 

Stream bed can be seen
By the log bridge across it--
No water; No stream.