Trees in the Snow, Viktor Olgyai (c. 1910)
Shadows in the Snow, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Gazing at the long shadows on the snow,
Hearing each and every word that we speak.
They are not willing to tell what they know,
Surely those of who are joined at our feet.
Count each and every shadow there are six,
Of opinion there is an equal mix.
The problem will not be a ready fix,
Their single solution everyone sticks.
Now the sun sits upon the distant hill,
And still a solution yet to be found.
Like winter trees all six completely still,
As their long shadows they make not a sound.
Time has now pushed the sun out of their sight,
Their distraught shadows too have taken flight.