The first snow flurry,
 
butterfly on my lilac,
 
will come much too soon.

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Midwinter scandal—
 
in the falling snow, my plum
 
begins to blossom!

 
 
 

My neighbor’s plum tree
 
snaps under the weight of snow—
 
four weeks until spring.

 
 
 

In a snowy ditch
 
a broken vodka bottle
 
glitters in the sun.

 
 
 

near a snowy field
 
somewhere in western Kansas
 
the cry of a hawk

 
 
 

Midwinter morning—
 
my coffee tastes of mountains
 
where snow never falls.

Football

 
 
 

Fifth day of the year—
 
despite six inches of snow,
 
four boys play football.