Mist is almost rain;
Soft clouds are kissing the ground,
As my mother might say.
Loud crow sounds angry,
Shouting hoarsely from the tree.
Who is he scolding?
Great bird lived here
Feeding its ravenous chicks.
Now, just a shadow.
Just one yellow leaf
Hangs from the mass of branches,
Alone in color.
Woodpecker thunders
In the gray and silent mist--
Loud, hollow drum tree.
Reflectors in trees
Peek out like weird spectacles
Waiting to be hit.
Same old bend ahead;
Same old trees reaching upward.
Same old mystery.
Spreading near the ground:
Roots of the tree form a cave
Inviting strange guests.
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