Today all is light;
Even the shadows are lit;
Goldenrod more gold.

A lone brown mushroom
Basks in a luscious green sea.
Wind rustles the leaves.

Single cricket song
Flows softly from the forest
And over the road.

Light strikes the wire fence
Illuminating the cage.
Who are the captives?







Some leaves are yellow
But most of them are still green.
It is reversing.

The plane gets louder
Then fainter as it passes;
But always unseen.

Light plays in the woods
Breaks darkness into patches
And welcoming paths.







Mysterious buds
Sway over the hidden stream;
What will be their bloom?