Suddenly the world is white--
First snow of winter.
Drops from my roof top
Foretell the end of the snow
Just as it began.
Huddled in her stall
Collette enjoys her breakfast;
Peeks out at the snow.
Old skeletal husks
Taking on a new function:
Snow receptacles.
Despite the snow fall
The stream continues to flow--
Some things never change.
Deep forest is whiter;
Brisk breeze murmurs in the trees--
Then all is silent.
Still cling to the trees:
Brown leaves that have lost their way
And found a new home.
Shaking like a leaf
Small bird sits on a high branch
Against the slate sky.
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