Pulled By Unseen Hands

Faint in the blue sky
Moon presides over morning;
Distant honking geese.









Blowing in the wind--
Clothes hung on the outside line
Picking up sunshine.

Black, brown and fuzzy--
Caterpillar on the road
Just makes it across.










The tree is broken
Sundered sharply by the wind;
Does not faze fungus.

Leaf falls to the ground,
Rasps lightly across the road.
Its moment of sound.

Pooch buddies are back;
Old one barks out of habit.
What else can he do?












Lush, round, soft and smooth
Fungi grow on the rough bark;
Opposites joining.

Slicing through the air
Dry leaves bob and weave like kites
Pulled by unseen hands.