Gaunt against the sky
The trees are completely bare;
Reaching to the clouds.

Coming from two sides
The streams meet in the middle.
Where will they go now?








Loud chain saw buzzes,
The rest of the woods are still;
Are they listening?

Woods are naked now,
Clothing scattered on the ground.
A gun shot rings out.

Sun does not bring warmth;
Just sharp shadows on the road--
Clarity of sight.

Deer hunters are out;
"God bless America" cars
Parked at the wood's edge.

White as winter snow
Seed puffs bobbing in the wind
Wait for their release.




Stream flows through sunlight
Catching and tumbling it:
Mixture of liquids.