"No Trespassing" sign
Crumbling on the tree trunk;
Loud bird flock above.











Swift water glistens
Over the green mossy rock:
Irresistible.

They say it will snow;
Now the sky is blue, sun shines.
Which is fantasy?












Gray-beige shelf fungus
Is now part of the tree--
Natural marriage.

Caught in the tree bark
Dead leaf sticks like a message
From the wind or God.

Mist above the trees
Softens the distant mountain.
Frost makes bushes shine.

Sound of a chain saw;
Pick-up stinks noisily past--
Then shadows and sun.

Limbs twisted and ripped
Body lies just off the road,
Featureless in death.