To Live and to Die

Just about freezing;

Fresh coat of snow on the ground;

(It's not April Fool).

Steadily dripping

Ice melts in front of my eyes.

Spring's wet percussion.

Branch on the white roof;

Mailbox fallen to the ground.

Slushy winter scenes.

Reflections in ice

Melting slowly by the road;

Neither this nor that.

Whirring liquid sound

Burble of rushing water--

Streams are gathering.

Devoid of sunlight

Woods have lost a dimension;

But water still flows.

Each time on my walk

I travel on two roadways--

Going and coming.

Springing near a bud

Water drop has a second

To live and to die.