Air is cool and moist,
Laden with the smell of blooms;
Goats stand watching me.

Blue jay skims the road,
Flies towards some destination
Then dissolves in pines.

Faded old wood sign
Hammered on the dead tree trunk
Points nowhere to go.

Old wire near old fence--
Neither keeps anything out.
Two unfinished tasks.

Old tree has a mouth,
Lips frozen in mid-sentence.
What was that you said?

A splash of lichen
From some yellow-green paintbrush
Illustrates the tree.


Rickety old house
Tries to keep up appearance
But there's no one there.

Lone purple flower
Pops up from its bed of green
Like small feisty grapes.