Midwinter

The snowy backyard, with a grey stone patio, 

on top of it a puddle of 

blurry ice. With 

a great orangish yellow sunset

beginning,

the tree, all 

leafless and dead, stands there

still 

with tiny bits of snow on its branches. Grey 

stairs, chipped and chiseled 

throughout many years, have a

tiny finish of 

ice on top. The old umbrella used for 

sunbathing is battened down.

The

entire backyard is beat

down, old.

Three Pictures of Winter

The ground is covered in white snow

The sky above is light blue

Tall trees stand very still

They have no leaves on them

Long shadows lay on the snow

Everything is quiet and calm.

It is a peaceful winter.

A white wooden roof stands in the yard

Chairs sit under it in the snow

Red seats look cold and hard

No one is sitting there now

Footprints are pressed in the snow

The sun shines softly on a slant 

The air is chilly and fresh, though. 

Warm inside, I take the shot. 

The driveway is dark and smooth

Snow is piled on both sides

Tall trees stand near the road

The sun is low in the sky

Shadows stretch across the ground

The light is soft and warm

The cold air fills the yard

The day is almost over.