Steps in time

Where the spring flows beneath,
A deep blue streak cuts across
The snow white of the pond.
 At the edge leaves are frozen,
 Like fossils in the ice;
No rake wanted in the woods.
Like some strange unknown,
 Over the hills comes the distant Hoot of an old mountain train
 From a time before and a time after
 As if in answer
To the caw of a crow From the earliest time; now.
 Otherwise it is still and quiet;
 The only sign of man My own breath.