A Far Away Wind

Dappled June morning--
Leaf shadows speckle the road;
Two kids hand in hand.

The first buttercups
Throw open yellow petals
And embrace the sun.

Sheltered by the leaves
Mailbox is half dark, half light;
Morning mystery.









Green, spiked and shiny
Weed waits at the side of road--
Pointy profusion.

Birds chirp in the woods;
High above crows call in flight.
Something makes me sneeze.

Colony of ferns
Helter skelter in the woods
Reach out in all ways.









A soft constant breeze
Blows back and forth through the woods
Rustling the leaves.

A far away wind
Echoes like a memory
And then dies away.