Sun breaks through the clouds--
Small slit in the heavy gray.
Wood smoke's acrid smell.

Below the gray sky
Birds speed with their high pitched cries;
The stream is gushing.









Tossed upon the road
A crumpled piece of paper--
Lost origami.

Roaming in his cage
The dog has nothing to do
Until he sees me.

Brambles in the snow
Become their own silhouettes--
Two D or not Two D?

Dog in the distance
Barks at something or other;
Keeps himself busy.

With arms outstretched
Phantom takes over the tree
Surveying the road.