Snow Ghosts

Morning snowflakes dapple
Gnarled naked branches
Then cascade down,
Deluging the landscape
In white.

I clear the driveway,
Move the car,
Shovel again;
Step inside,
Now numb from cold.

At noon the wind whips up
Over frozen fallow fields:
Snow ghosts
Suddenly rise and swirl
Above rows of cornstalk stubble—

Phantoms form,
Dart, dash, drive—
Then dissipate
Into a windbreak
Of winter trees.

1/9/2015

2015©Brian T. Maurer

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