Others Caught Falling

Half bare, half yellow
My bush straddles the seasons
Under a light sun.

With knot holes gaping
Bare tree looks over the road
To the colored hills.

Birds sounding frantic--
Catching late flights to the south?
Or just complaining?

A rippled mirror
Stream continues to bubble;
Dark are its shadows.












Through the large knot hole
A glimpse of the tree beyond--
From darkness to light.








The woods are brown now
With blankets of dead dry leaves;
And, yes, evergreens.

Round, on bare branches
Apples still hang from the tree;
Others caught falling.

Number on a pole
Old faded steel medallion:
"C H G & E"








Caught in the brambles:
Milkweed seed not far from home
Flutters in the breeze.