Many Shades of Green

A gray moist morning;
Bird sounds from unseen places;
Barn door hangs open.








Drops hang off branches;
Squirrel rushes across the road;
Distant rooster crows.

Neither day nor night;
Muted light and bird calls--
I walk in a dream.









The soggy forest
Soaks up the winter's melting;
Many shades of green.











Near the last snow bank
Vibrant clusters of bright green
Born under the ice.

The same old tree stump
Covered with layer of moss;
Preening or greening?

On tiny tree stump
A little lichen cap sits;
Just a spring bonnet.












Near imprisoned woods
A strange road sign is standing
Silly as the fence.

Softly spreading green,
Moss covers rocks and tree stumps--
Forests in forests.