from the seventies

November Snowfall

The birds in the forest

See the trees

And the forest.

This is more than a man!

An early snowfall,

Silently in the night,

Carpets the wood, clean and white.

The woodpecker calls,

“Rat-tat-tat.”

Wake up sleepy forest.

The bears say, “We want sleep.”

The squirrels say, “We have stored for winter.”

In the city

Everything is confusion.