Echoing Itself

 Between two snow falls

The sky is both white and gray

Hanging expectant.

Bird feeder has blocked

Snow and kept its rightful place

Between two white drifts.

Gray dirty snow banks

Lie along side of the road;

Whiteness is fleeting.

Small mounds of white snow

Sit on the swings and the chairs.

(No bottoms until Spring).

House is forsaken;

Not even the driveway's plowed--

Snow's taken over.

Hands in his pocket,

He hums softly to himself

A deep tuneless bass.

Downward the crow flies

Mirroring leaf on the tree

Echoing itself.

Roadside stump snow man

Holds two steel spikes in its mouth;

(But cannot chew them).