Leaf Shadows Flutter

Dead squirrel on the road,
Head one way, body another--
Frozen choicelessness.










Crisp and clear morning,
Puff white clouds over the trees.
Cricket in the field.









Bright yellow centers
In the tiny white flowers
Catch me walking by.

A soft hammering:
Carpenter works on porch
Urging the nails in.

Cascading briar
Pours over the wooden fence;
It will have its way.












Tall tree tops rustle
As a small wind shudders them.
Leaf shadows flutter.









Pointing to shadows
A dead leaf lies in the sun,
Motionless for now.

Things muted today:
Even the gun shots seem soft;
Engine purrs on hill.

Three women in field
Sitting, painting and drawing.
Themselves scenery.