A fountain of white
Erupting on my front lawn;
A rooster crowing.









Little blue flowers
Pop up among the dead leaves--
A spray of color.










From a short distance
Fence looks like a solid wall.
Up close it is slats.









The woods are muted;
Shadows pave the bend in the road.
It's cooler today.

A car swishes past,
Out of sight, then memory.
Was it ever there?

Among the dead leaves,
Black form nestled snugly
Lifts its feline head.

Minuscule white buds
Hold tightly to their secret:
What blooms will they be?











Walking into breeze
My memories in the wind.
Dog barks interrupt.