Snow turns to rain, and the rain turns the snow to slush.
A black & white Shitzu with a milky blind eye sniffs me out.
I hear a crow, somewhere, at some point.
Later, the snow thickens & slows the world down.

Sunlight as sharp and as cold as the strong wind that wraps it up & delivers it this morning.
A honey-coloured pitbull squeezes out steaming shit into the glowing snow.
A dark, shaggy Starling takes it all in from the tree above.

Danger diamonds (tiny floating crystals) hang in the morning air, telling me the lowly temperature before I feel it.
Pigeons scoot about, above.
A weak sun above the line, not really sure which way he wants to go today, casts weak shadows on the snow.
Bits of blue sky out there, in the distance.

Frozen, sharp air wraps the fresh snow in its cold breath.
Blue sky & white snow bounce together under the bright noon sun.

At first the wind is cold & wet & too mean to snow.
Later, as if changing it's mind, it begins to snow heavily.
Black blotches, probably birds, whip overhead & out of sight.
Most sounds are silenced by the sleepy blankets of snow.
Two big dark dogs playfighting in the snow.

Snow floating at first,then falling, now angling its way downwards towards the blanket of freshly fallen snow that blankets everything in sight.
Red rose hips, puckered & dry as old prunes, clinging to the wet branches of its mother host of a bush.
Shaggy sparrows huddled together, shaking off snow like swimmers just out of the water.

The sky slides from grey to blue.
The patchy alley cat walks his beaten path through the snow.
Birds do their work.

Cold rain & sharp wind opens the day.
The mountain is wrapped, shrouded, veiled in low thick clouds.
Mist descends.
A single maple has turned itself on, red & yellow & flecked with gold against the flat, wet green mountain.

The morning rain pauses for a moment, and veiled sunlight takes the stage.
A seagull pokes around in the muddy grass, looking for breakfast I suppose.
The rain turns itself off & on with no rhymes nor reasons throughout the long, gray day.

A flurry of sparrows rushing from one tree to another, like a gust of wind.
Warm sunlight & clear blue skies spread themselves evenly & lovingly across the day.
A couple of trees starting to yellow & wane.
A black cat with green eyes shuns me in the alley.
Sunlight bakes the insides of my bare forearms at its zenith.
Three sparrows return for a visit later in the day.