Just Biding Their Time

A chorus of crows
Caws in the blue gray morning;
A transformer hums.

Brief whiff of wood smoke;
Sunshine flashes through the clouds,
Then grayness returns.






Ladder on the lawn
Clutches the newly bared earth;
Bird cries in the woods.












In the gray morning
A sign hopes for the sun--
More expectations.







A shape in the snow--
Is it a bird or a ghost
Or just a mind trick?










Split broken branches
Hang precariously
Just biding their time.











Springing from road guard,
Skeletal sprig of branches:
A ghostly bouquet.









Honking through the sky
Elongated silhouettes--
Canadian geese.

Hiding behind tree,
Moss covered rock with a hole;
Once hole had a use.