A Triad for Winter by Richard Steiner

Once again, a Richard Steiner offering was found buried in the comments section. Unearthed, it reads ...

for dead cat's eyes,
crow lands in the fast lane
and quick becomes crows' meat itself

do I feel this snow's cold
deeper than this white-covered mound?
does she, too?

the Far East, so near yet
(her kisses just countless snowflakes now)
so far