Crow cries in the mist;
Gray snow patches on the ground;
Cool air is vacant.
Drops hang from branches
Suspended and transparent;
A car swishes past.
Clear drops are hanging
On the rhododendron leaves
And the evergreens.
One delicate drop
Hung at the end of the branch.
I touched--it vanished.
A bush full of drops
Grows by the side of the road--
Each drop transparent.
Zealous woodpecker
Seems to be building a cave
In the passive tree.
Under the water
Trees grow in patches of sky;
Magic roadside pond.
Dim, dark forest path
Becomes shadowed fairy land
With the sun's magic.
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