waiting in sunlight
watching white fade into brown
listening to songs

spring sun is shining
I hear a crane speak above
just an illusion

grey river running
old steel rails bridging a gap
black lines reflection

walking through old snow
I hear a river singing
tired but happy

Shadow on Pavement
Walking in my neighborhood
enjoying sunlight

I see them sitting
two steel rails cutting through all
murder on the tracks

stepping out my door
a crow flew over yelling
Tuesday reverie

driving home looking
all I see are crows and snow
wishing for spring time

looking through curtains
brown pickets enduring snow
while saplings struggle

black and white pastures
grey puddles reflect grey clouds
warm winds are coming