Squandering Shadows

Everything's glistening;
The banister and the road.
Radio in barn.

Relaxed in shadows
The gray and white cat sits still.
Nobody disturbs it.






Drops fall on water,
Shining and rippling--
Rain pond by the road.









Little white fingers
Reaching up from the flat leaves
Shake hands with the sun.

Thick gray clouds move in;
Woods become dark and muted;
World is all moisture.

Latched onto the tree
New brown fungus has sprouted
In a day's twinkling.

Bell shaped and puckered
Small flowers wait for a kiss
Or a pop from a child.

As fast as it left
Warm sun returns to the road
Squandering shadows.