Deeper than Death

From walk of January 20,2018

Snow bursts touch wind chimes;

Small birds huddle at feeder;

Winter storm has come. 

Between the clear drops;

Small birds come to the feeder--

Dots against the white.

Furious melting,

Persistent as a snow storm,

But much more gentle.

Against the barn door;

Collette scratches her fur cheek.

(She could be smiling.)

Shadows on the snow 

Ripples in the mirror stream;

Mysterious tracks.

St. Anthony's back,

Surrounded by his tall friends,

Unperturbed by snow.

Beneath the smooth snow

Two dead logs are sleeping--

Deeper than death.

At every winter

Ancient boulder gets older,

Sprouting a cold beard.

Ice and reflections

Exist in the roadside pond--

Give a mixed message.