A rare xmas sun,
Catches droplets in a row
Lights on the tree

Winter's silver-gray sky
Married with silver-brown waters
By the ring of land

Atop eagle, bear, hawk,
Gull looks over waters perched
On the totem pole

Deep in the winter

Midst traffic the little oak

Still grasps its leaves

Show me all the
Posibilities within
The limits of God

Raking season leaves
Still beautiful in place
Deep in the woods