Morning After Rain

Morning after rain;
Reflections in the puddles;
Shiny orange leaves.









Basking in the shade,
The tabby cat licks herself:
"Might as well sit here."












Sparkled by the sun
Swollen streams tumble onward
Swirling, swishing, swift.










Observing the road
The old rock opens its mouth
In frozen wonder.

Pine needles glisten
On the edge of the forest
Where the sun can reach.












Sharp morning shadows
Carve out the ancient tree stump
With a sculptor's hand

Moss on the flat rock--
A blanket of green softness
Against winter cold.

Hard to catch a bird;
They don't seem to like cameras
And just won't sit still.












Two thin climbing vines
Ascend the tall thick tree trunk
On their way to the sky.