Hawk is Hunting

A blanket of snow--

Winter wonderland is here;

Wait! It's April Fourth.

"Those April showers"

Appear in the form of snow,

Are coming my way.

Bird pecks on railing

Before he pecks in the feeder.

Must be a habit.

Shadows on the snow;

Cows choose not to leave the barn.

(They're watching inside.)

Action in the snow;

Girls create their own games.

(School is always on.)

Hung above the stream

Small crystalline piece of ice

Suspended in time.

Sensuous snow mounds 

Roll softly in the white woods

Playing with shadows.

Today the woods sing

A subdued high pitched singing

For April winters.

Bird in the bushes

Warbles a cheerful message

To all and sundry.

It's a slow Springing;

Sun still hides behind the clouds,

Leaves blue gray pallor.

Fat bird on feeder

Turns around to check the scene;

Then keeps on eating.

Forsythia blooms

Turn brown in the chill April.

(Is this their new time?)

Yesterday's rain fall

Today's rushing stream, new lake;

Water rules the sky.

Dirty pile of snow

Not ready to disappear

Lie near stump and bark.

It's moving again:

Stream bed, dry for many months,

Moving into Spring.

Wind shakes the dead leaves

Still clinging to the thin branch.

Wind stops--leaves remain.

At edge of the sky

Dark form glides beyond the trees--

Hawk is hunting.

From walks of April 6 and 8, 2016