A Soft Wind is Blowing

A rash of pine cones
Covers the edge of the road.
Distant goose honking.












Dogs bark and hens cluck;
Munching goats eat quietly.
My sandals go "flap".

Shadows on the stream
Rippling darkly and softly
Don't go with the flow.

How silent the leaf
Sliding downward through the air,
Lighting on the road.









Somewhere in the woods
A soft wind is blowing;
My heart is longing.












Through window of leaves
White line disintegrating
Fades into the sky.

In familiar bush
Strange yellow flowered stalk grows
Minding its business.

With a fart and groan
Garbage truck rambles up hill
Wheezing and gobbling.

Red berries are out
Though winter's three months away.
They will grace the snow.