White are the clouds now
That shine so bright and clearly
In my car window.
Outside is brightness
Glaring off the passive snow
Into the birds' steps.
Suddenly they come:
Different birds to eat the food
That waits passively.
A branch has fallen
Landing squarely on my porch;
(No trees are nearby.)
Standing motionless
Collette and Olivia;
Each in her own world.
No pounding feet here
On deserted trampoline;
Just layers of snow.
Sign "For Sale" (again)
Obscured by layer of snow.
(Is this dwelling cursed?)
Staring from branches
He's become part of the bush
Watching me watch him.
Thin dark shadows fall,
Longer than the height of trees
That gave birth to them.
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