Falling Like Light Leaves

From walk of Monday, February 5, 2018

Flying in bushes,

They disappear in branches,

These frantic small birds.

Yesterday's snow fall

Lies brilliantly on the ground

On this sunny morn.

Tiny dab of snow

Crowns the top of the wood post.

(How does it do that?)

Sculpted by the wind

Sensuous snow hills recline

In the cold pale field.

Beyond the bushes

Empty snow covered bench sits

With its back towards me.

High above the ground

Tall trees look down on the snow;

(Have no speck of white).

The wooden tree elf

Now has pristine crown of snow.

(He still looks grumpy.)

Falling like light leaves

Small birds swirl in the bushes;

Then peck in the snow.