A Net of Leaf Shadows

It's one day from May;
The sky is blue as glass.
(Guilty Basset's loose).








Birds call and sun shines;
Stream rushes under blue sky.
Still, I wear my gloves.

Small orange monster
Faces me behind the fence.
Good thing he's in jail.

Almost out of sight
Small blue flowers dot the woods.
Are they illusions?









Spreading dark and blurred
A net of leaf shadows falls
Catching the road's light.

Small patches of light
Mark the path into the woods.
(There's no path at night).

Already they're puffs,
These April dandelions.
Did they ever bloom?









Lying on the leaves,
Red and white and bluminum.
"Where there's Bud, there's trash."