Questions 1-5 refer to the following poem.
"Winter Ledger"
The creek has locked its small, bright coins in ice,
and every cattail stands like a forgotten pen.
The field, once loud with crickets, keeps its silence,
as if the earth were counting what it owes.
I walk the road where last year's dust is sleeping,
my breath a brief receipt in the pale air.
Even the fence posts, cropped by snow and weather,
seem to reckon weather into years.
Yet under all this white, the roots are working,
slow accountants in the dark, keeping their faith.
The speaker's attitude toward winter is best described as one of
"Winter Ledger"
The creek has locked its small, bright coins in ice,
and every cattail stands like a forgotten pen.
The field, once loud with crickets, keeps its silence,
as if the earth were counting what it owes.
I walk the road where last year's dust is sleeping,
my breath a brief receipt in the pale air.
Even the fence posts, cropped by snow and weather,
seem to reckon weather into years.
Yet under all this white, the roots are working,
slow accountants in the dark, keeping their faith.
The speaker's attitude toward winter is best described as one of