Nature's Runes

The sun is muted;
Buds swell on a slender branch;
High pitched birds twitter.

Where are the shadows?
Yesterday's sharpness is gone;
Chickens cluck softly.

Dead logs and branches--
Gathered clusters in the woods
Forming nature's runes.

The white patches now,
No longer remnants of snow--
Assorted litter.

Crumbling through the woods
Old stone wall is still standing
Lost in memories.











From the gray shale rock
Bright green leaves are protruding--
Forces of nature.











Fresh green pine needles
Grow from the overturned trunk;
Moss glows in the woods.

My forsythia--
Always the last one to bud
Gives up and begins.