Even the snow seems less white;
Wind chime slowly sways.
Birds in the bushes
Hop swiftly from branch to branch;
Check for phantom food.
Brown leaves on gray snow;
White horns in the dim barn door--
Soft morning contrasts.
Hanging from berries:
Drops of water from the sky--
Reflect the grayness.
Buried in the snow
The solar sign is concealed--
Waiting for the sun.
What large animal
Left such a yellow marker
At the tree's bottom?
Tiny roadside pond
Creates its own universe
With green and brown leaves.
Two friends climb the hill
Absorbed in conversation.
(I'm invisible).
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