There's No Conflict Here

Sharp shadows, soft breeze;
Gentle light on orange leaves.
Hens keep on clucking.

Rounding the curve--
Strong breeze caresses my face;
The goats stare at me.








Invisible dog
Follows me along the fence
Barking all the way.

Fungus and dead leaves
Together in the tree's crotch.
There's no conflict here.












White blossoms bursting
As if it's springtime again.
What is going on?









The cat is alone;
Two dogs and the car are gone.
She is mistress now.

More leaves on the road;
It's a very slow process--
The advent of Fall.

A cheerful buzzing;
Nearby saw is cutting wood.
Butterfly flicks past.