| Winter Meadow 1 A pile of rusty refuse gone erased by cleansing winter snow. It is, perhaps, still lurking there beneath the crystals pure surely it was ugly, no neat little pile of woe truly it's still there... or maybe not or so? This debris of years ago, maybe not. As page marks of an autumn view, now gone from spoiling tranquil pasture scene, simply there, ugly still, but off the meadow page Seen clearly now, but only by our own closed eyes. Winter Meadow 2 This virgin snow transforms the meadow new the trail we hiked in autumn's dew becomes our route of skiing too Where once was refuse piled askew now we find our route by clue and as we ski we listen true forward we hear ski tips zipping through looking back our ski tails buzzing lightly do give us sound heard by very few the sound of our own self leaving, once we've seen again all new. ============================ Daniel A. Johnson Copyright �2000 Daniel A. Johnson |
| Winter Meadow Couplet |