Invisible crows
Caw through the morning sunshine.
Dead leaves near the barn.

Smell of hay and dung;
Moist and rich from the barn door;
Goats rustle inside.

A sharp gust of wind;
Leaves like brown snow from the trees;
The stream is soggy.

Squirrel leaps on the tree
Always on the other side:
Animal physics.

Like a feral cat
Shy woman slightly tilting
Walks soft behind me.








Glistening needles
In their instant of glory:
Pine tree in the sun.

Some leaves are holy
Devoured by tiny mouths
Before they let go.

Skipping down the road
Dry leaves live in the wind's mouth
Only to go still.