The woods near my house
Are dark and mysterious
And they're so tiny.

Barn doors in sunlight
Are much darker than at night.
They yawn into day.









Pine needles in sun
Shine together with the leaves
Caught in their embrace.

Last of the lilacs
Suspended, drained of color;
Way beyond their time.









A hush, descending
Covers the road and woods;
Then, a woodpecker.

From top of the hill
The road twists down to the bend
As it always does.












Pickup truck glides by--
Even cars are soft today,
Moving through silence.

There's no sun break now
Just a gentle emergence,
And a soft retreat.