Darkness Yields to Light

Bright sun and blue sky;
Old red barn doors are open--
They stare vacantly.







The mottled green moss
Clings tightly to the tree trunk
Kissed by the shadows.

Two sides of the road:
On the other side, bright sunshine.
I walk through shadows.

Nestled in the tree
Small white fungus stakes its claim.
It has done its job.

Beyond the deep woods
A sunny verdant meadow.
Darkness yields to light.












The old woman squats,
Weeding and trimming her lawn.
(Grass grows by itself).

Hiding near the road--
Ripe blackberry peeks shyly.
Yummy! Sweet and sour.









Wings oscillating
Dragonfly perches on stem,
Lighter than feather.