Ticking Falls Down

 Grayish blue today;

Sunlight hides behind the clouds.

Everything is still.

It's not like a lamb,

This shifting end of the month.

It's more like a ghost.

Through the dark barn door

Light shines from the other end,

Only seen in dark.

Ticking falls down;

Not the silence of snow flakes--

Soft tapping of sleet.

Cutting through the sky

Faint calling to each other

Wild geese return.

It's getting darker;

Forest is singing louder;

Anticipation.

Snow covered wood pile

Next to abandoned stable;

Waiting for some use.

Tiny ice pellets

Falling freely from the sky:

"Tic tic tic tic tic."