Clouds are on the earth;
Air is laden with moisture;
A soft wind whispers.
Ghosts are in the trees,
Swinging grayness in branches.
Look! A new flower!
Car lights in the gloom
Followed by swishing wet wheels--
Misty performance.
Bright yellow flowers
Shine as clear as car lights
In the dripping gloom.
Cluster of clover
Between the road and the woods--
A green gathering.
New form in the woods--
Brown, statue still and sentient.
We watch each other.
Precariously
Water drops hang from branches.
Will they ever fall?
She keeps her distance:
Hopping little brown ground bird.
We both want the road.
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