Feathers in the Wind

Where is all the snow?
Robin pecks near patch of white
Surrounded by light.

Road work has begun;
Big trucks mark the start of spring.
Last day of winter.

Moss covered rocks
Set by the side of the stream.
Squirrel leaps across road.









Feathers in the wind
Rustle on the dead small bird
Wanting to take off.

Old rotten tree trunk
Survived another winter;
Has transcended age.








In the wood's dark shade
Gray patches of snow survive--
Winter's last hurrah.








They've fled the mail box
To reside on the fir tree
Christmas ornaments.

Near a spot of moss
Robin begins to take off
Banking like a plane.








As brown as the earth
Can rusts to oblivion,
Muting its demise.