Why is the sky gray
When the snow it calls is white?
Winter mystery.
Evergreens stick out
In the mass of brown and gray.
Sky is colorless.
Green leaves still flower
On this bush whose white flowers
Will return in Spring.
I baaaa at the goat;
He baaaa's back and so do I.
(Our conversation.)
This veil of sawdust
Has lain for many months now;
Echoing the tree.
Nestled like a child
In the crotch of three dead trees--
Gathering of leaves.
Delicate falling,
The first snow flakes of winter
Whisper their descent.
Peeking over hill--
New black and white cat plant
Watches me watch it.
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