Shaken From The Sky

November 15, 2018

It's all white again

And the sun shines on the snow;

Yes, I will shovel.

A few flakes still fall;

It's so comfy warm inside;

But I will go out.

November 17, 2018

The new feeder's out

And the happy squirrels still try;

(And fall on their ass.)

World is white and green;

Sky perpetually gray.

Wind chime is ringing.

Day after the snow

Whiteness changes into gray--

Winter is now here.

Susan's wheelbarrow

Always filled with sustenance

Or wood for the fire.

Over the swift stream

Bright red winter berries hang

Shedding their own light.

St. Francis watches

Unperturbed by ice or snow;

Always in prayer mode.

Amid the dead leaves

Green leaves are still flourishing.

(Their time will come soon.)

Leaves spread on the snow--

A vast sprinkle of old brown

Shaken from the sky.