Just patches of snow;
Just pale green grass underneath;
Just the freezing cold.
Gray and white merging
Into a winter pastiche;
No sunshine breaks through.
Munching contented
Collette turns, gives me a look
Then back to munching.
Now the solar sign
Is buried in the snow bank
Covered with gray snow.
Stark trampoline stands,
Its feet covered with old snow;
Near empty lawn chairs.
On verge of falling:
Dead tree held by its neighbor
Suspended in air.
Kindred reflections
In the icy roadside pond--
One opaque and one clear.
Against the pale sun
Silhouetted tree stands out
In gray morning light.
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