Every ice encased branch and twig
beaded with glowing droplets
            round or long
         shines bright
                from bush and tree
standing in new-fallen snow
          reflects the glorious sun
and replenishes Earth beings
with welcome nourishing
            l i g h t
         lifts their spirits
                b e a m i n g
from February furrows
to frolic upon the sparkling landscape 

The Widow Wyile dons her supersonic skis
skips through the sloping corn field
like a jack-rabbit
flick whisker fast
down the hill
toward the rushing river
where stand the towering
gnarled ancient mother trees
their great girth and many
welcoming arms raised in reverence
exuding experience   wisdom galore
bountiful beauties holding the banks
of the roaring water
            flashing white with haste
    Gaspereau grandeur Saturday
spotted with handsome crows
perched in shimmering trees