Monday, March 2, 2015

fresh snow...

Fresh snow
The sound of scraping plows
Of no train whistle
Fresh snow in the red fire bushes
Spruces and scrub pine
And the dogwood tree
And the rock cascade next door
What?
And on the driveway
And on the car

What?

Fresh shoveling!
Oh yes!

Oh yes!
And the trills of a frontend loader