Crows in the barnyard
Fly across the empty doors.
Squirrel sits on the roof.
A forest of buds:
Forsythia comes to life
Under the slate sky.
Against the gray sky
Silhouetted bird sits still;
Plane hums out of sight.
Clear drops of water
Shine in the tangled branches;
Distant train whistle.
Woods are brown and moist;
Soggy leaves cling to the ground.
A car rustles past.
The old king tree stump
Still circled by fir courtiers;
They're much taller now.
A riot of shapes:
Signs on the tree point all ways.
The tree just endures.
Unseen dove coo coo's
In the lightening morning air--
Daylight lullaby.
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