Sunlight Through the Pines

Kids laughing, shouting;
Cow bobs its head and scratches;
Birds sing in the sun.









There is a stillness;
Even the stream is subdued;
The sunshine whispers.

One drop of water
On the forsythia's tip;
Behind it, a bud.

Fuzzy on the road--
Slow caterpillar crosses,
Casts a small shadow.










Sunlight through the pines;
A car raises clouds of dust--
Everything settles.












It came from nowhere:
Bright little yellow flower
Facing the sunset.

Man, woman and dog--
Three shadows walk ahead
And we walk behind.