Echoing Itself

 Between two snow falls

The sky is both white and gray

Hanging expectant.

Bird feeder has blocked

Snow and kept its rightful place

Between two white drifts.

Gray dirty snow banks

Lie along side of the road;

Whiteness is fleeting.

Small mounds of white snow

Sit on the swings and the chairs.

(No bottoms until Spring).

House is forsaken;

Not even the driveway's plowed--

Snow's taken over.

Hands in his pocket,

He hums softly to himself

A deep tuneless bass.

Downward the crow flies

Mirroring leaf on the tree

Echoing itself.

Roadside stump snow man

Holds two steel spikes in its mouth;

(But cannot chew them).

Trumpeting from Trees

February 11, 2017

A blanket of white

With a billion small white flakes

In the sky below.










White bird across tree;
Instant flutter in the green.
The fir trees are still.

Icicles hanging
From the eaves of my front porch
Drip into the snow.

Lodged in the barn roof

A bouquet of dead branches

Raised high in the snow.

White capped and erect

Fence posts stand at attention

Around the bare field.

On the hard asphalt

Trees take their arborish time

To see reflections.

Branches in the snow,

Thrown, splayed, placed in position

By unknown artist.

Trumpeting from trees:

"No Trespassing" signs announce

Their powerlessness.

Two tracks in the snow

Fork, as they pass through tree trunk.

(One magic creature?)

February 12, 2017

They call it a "storm"--

But the wind is so gentle;

The snow so quiet.

White haze in the woods;

How many of these snowflakes

Persistently fall?

Waiting in the barn

Collette watches falling snow--

A mystery mist.

Bowing with weight

Queen Anne's Lace husks

Observe the snow fall.

A ribbon of white:

Yerry Hill Road yields now

To relentless snow.

There are no sounds now

Save for the distant barking

Of a pent up dog.

In every season

Water flows into the tub;

It has no reason.

Snow Practical Joke!

A blanket of white

With a billion small white flakes

In the sky/below.

In utter silence

Whiteness descends on the earth,

Relentless and soft.

Olivia eats

Mountains of free fallen snow;

(Collette eats her hay).

In the bird feeder

Cardinal pecks incessantly,

Ignoring the snow.

Islands in the stream,

White capped--blanketed with snow

Mutes rushing water.

Now it can't be seen, 

Words indecipherable

Censored by the snow.

They're coming towards me:

My own foot steps approaching:

Snow practical joke!

The mailbox has grown,

It's doubled its former height,

Compliments of snow.

Winter is Winning!

Gray as gray can be--

Sky shines upon upon the white snow

Without a sparkle.

Green, gray, brown and white--

The colors from my front porch.

Beyond me, fridge hums.

Olivia takes 

Her standard mid morning sniff:

Collette's fragrant ass.

Against the gray sky

Trees provide dark silhouettes.

All color is gone.

Against the gray sky

Trees provide dark silhouettes.

All color is gone.

Against the link fence

Log pushes and snow bank heaves--

Winter is winning!

Poking through the snow--

Thin brown twigs and evergreens;

Life/death side by side.

There's always one leaf

Caught in its downward descent

Suspended 'til Spring.

Springing from a rock

Solitary and erect:

Miracle sumac!