Sun shines on glistening snow
now hardened into iced rows
alongside the roads and lanes.
Fields behind those now solid
ice protective walls, they too
lay beneath an icy blanket.
Not a footstep, paw or claw mark
mars the miles of field and
country landscape.
As the sun lowers to end its day,
shadows extend into lengthy
dark spikey images across smooth
untouched layers of crystalized snow
defaced only by tufts of winter brush
peeping above as a half twig broom.
Leafless scrawny trees cast their dark
elongated image even further atop
snowbanks and iced-over fields giving
the early eve a feel of ghostly presence.
Written in Ontario along the main highway into town - 26th February 2026
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem