Whiteout
Frosty foggy morn
Birds twittering, squirrels barking
Watching and waiting
But we saw a doe
Roadside, driving in today
Long our bad omen
Colorless sunrise
Fog drops like a wet blanket
Obliterates all
Cows across the creek,
Black forms on vanishing ground
Now float in the sky
Maybe they’re cowbirds?
It’s all surreal, confusing
And now dead silent
The white ebbs and flows
We sit and stare at nothing
Nothing to see here
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love: Cows across the creek,
Black forms on vanishing ground
Now float in the sky