(To Whom and For What?)

Dripping from my eaves,

White clods of snow keep falling

This Pearl Harbor Day.














Falling from the trees,
Large clods of whiteness descend;
Forest is gray/white.

White and wet my path;

Snow and rain mixing on it--

Melting mosaic.

As the snow/rain falls

Drops collect on the branch

To reflect the world.

In the gray gloom

A single lamp light burns bright

Over the trash cans.

In the hush forest

A soft moist chorus is heard:

Light rain and snow clods.

Plastic bag on branch

Anonymously grateful

(To whom and for what?)

Roadside stream still flows

Between the mushy snow banks.

Slush is in the air.