Brisk wind and clear sky;
Dry leaves skate across the road;
Tree limbs shake and bow.

Passing through shadows,
Jogger clumps into sunshine;
Sound of slapping feet.

How long will it last?
A dead dry leaf from last Fall
Still hangs from its branch.

Leaning on shadows
Lawn witch is ready to fly
Across the moss green.









Whirling in the woods
Wind murmurs, whispers and sighs
To the swaying trees.

Trees frame the mountain;
Mountain ridge holds up the clouds.
Sky goes on and on.









Grizzled dog snoozes;
Bright sunshine is his best friend.
Old man walks slowly.












Puddles in the shade
Mainly reflect the darkness
And flashes of light.