Sun Breaks on the Hill

A crisp blue morning;
Pink clouds shine in the clear sky;
Dogs bark; roosters crow.

From another time,
A milkmaid on Yerry Hill;
Or is it a ghost?










Sun breaks on the hill;
Dog barks high on the mountain.
My mind is elsewhere.










Giant predator
Fed its young on this high branch,
Then they flew away.

The morning sunlight
Paints the tree trunks orange
Against the ice snow.



The tree tops are first--
Touched by the rays of the sun--
Closest to heaven.










With rock mouth open
Face protrudes from the gray slate,
Words stuck in its mouth.











Little tracks of light
Tread softly across the snow,
Making not a sound.