Going and Coming

Pine cones in the road;
Are they finished with summer?
Nearby, a dead bird.












Music from the van;
Distant, a goat bleats softly.
It all fades away.

A web in the field
Glistens sparkles from the dew.
(The sun will dry it).







Forest by the road;
Myriad of tiny trees
Scaled by brave insects.











Next to each other:
Thistle fluff--new Queen Anne's Lace--
Going and coming.

The forest quivers
With a gentle passing breeze.
The shadows flutter.

Dry, brown and bristly
A something lies on the road.
It once was alive.












Christmas ornament
Now hidden behind lush plants
Shines very feebly.









The two old stump friends
Face each other over plants
Unfazed by the change.

Glowing in the sun
Queen Anne's Lace begins to bloom
Sparse droplets of white.












Attached to nowhere
Rusty stove pipe peeks through trees;
Unwitting sculpture.