Air is rich with smells,
Some coming from the dark barn
To mix with the sun.

A gray webbed puddle
Glistens brightly in the field.
Where is its owner?

The stream barely moves;
Motion is in the bird sounds;
A woodpecker thumps.

Green flowers and leaves
Cover the old dead tree trunk
Bringing forth new life.

The woods are always new;
Now a crow sings the shadows;
Cackle bursts of light.






Islands of bright light
Float between the trees and road;
Warm play of sunshine.

New blue flowers grow;
They are hidden in the shade;
Just shy chicory.

Two pals, cat and dog
Enjoy an autumn morning
Each in their own way.