It's a Laughing Day

It's a laughing day--
Sun chuckles through the bright leaves;
Pine trees billow green.

 

 Buddha and shovel
Sitting through all the seasons
In shadows and sun.

Green, yellow and brown--
Three steps of forsythia
From birth into death.

Alfred mounts his mom;
He's just not well equipped.
(No moral issue).

Purple, green and brown--
Three soft colors of the shade
That blend with the heart.

St. Francis is gone;
So is the old lady--
The flowers remain.

Ravaged by seasons--
Craggy, textured and shadowed:
Stump has dignity.

Whose woods these are (not):
Trees, animals and people--
"PRIVATE PROPERTY!"

Did it ever snow?
Was the sky ever leaden?
Imagination!

Paint the Distant Chicken Clucks

White and yellow rule!
(Shadows come a close second)
And don't forget blue.

Lilac leaves aglow;
Alas! There is no purple
And with it no smell.

Shadows on the road
Paint the distant chicken clucks
On the cloudless sky.

White line in the sky
Sails over distant chorus:
Children in the wind.

Unseen cooing bird
Calls softly from the forest,
Purring for a mate.

Soft peeper chorus
Vibrates softly in the pond,
Floating in the breeze.

Hanging from the fence
Shades look out upon the road,
Waiting for some eyes.

Gentle breeze greets me
At bottom of the steep hill;
"Well done!" it seems to say.

With Shadowed Asymmetry

Branches in the sun
Bow gently in the soft breeze
Waving their white blooms.

Socks draped on the porch
Soaking up the morning sun;
Silent wind chime sways.

A soft cloud of white
Billowing on my front lawn
Arrives every Spring.

On the topmost branch
Black bird lands and starts to sing
Creaky little song.

Forest is whistling
High pitched toneless frequency;
Does no one hear it?

Garland of flowers
Suspended from the tree top
Like small cotton balls.

A whole new meaning 

Standing proud in front of me:

Pleasant horse's ass! 

Short hop from the road
All that's there is the woods
And the warning crow.

Road side stack of wood
With shadowed asymmetry--
Casual sculpture.

 

Savoring Pleasure

The flowers are bright;
Dappled earth is receptive--
It's the promised land.

The air is yellow;
Forsythia rule the sky;
(In my front yard sky).

Transformer humming;
The cows are chewing their cuds;
Doesn't get much better.

Neighbors chat in yard;
Woodpecker pecks so softly
Stream flows lazily.

The empty stream bed
Waits patiently for Spring rains.
They'll come soon enough.

Poised like a dancer:
Budding leaf stretches upward,
Saluting the sun.

Waiting for a stream
Bridge crosses the barren earth.
Out of work (for now).

 

Ghost reclines his head
Closing his eyes in the sun;
Savoring pleasure.

The Spirit of May

A blare of sunshine
Glowing this first day of May
Lights up the morning.

 

Shadows all around:
On the lawn, the road, the porch--
Sun's dark companion.

 Is it a rooster,
Or the yell of a small boy?
Happy either way.

 Dancing round the pole,
Weaving, singing and weaving:
The spirit of May.

 

 Plane hums in the sky,
An aerial lullaby
On this soft May day.

 Flowering tree tops
Against a crystal blue sky.
Road shadows lie still.

 

 Woods are so quiet,
Far voice sounds like a trumpet
In a fairy band.

 

 

These lowly green weeds
Glowing the morning sun
Need no pedigree.