It's gray but not grim;
The transformer is humming;
A dog is barking.
Each and every day
Cow sees me for the first time;
And I see her, too.
Gray wood smoke billows,
Straight up and without bending.
Not even a breeze.
Elongated hole
Carved dark into the dead trunk:
Foot print on a tree.
Thumping in the woods,
Too light to be a hammer;
Not a woodpecker.
The cardinals have fled
From nests hear the "House for Sale."
Now it's abandoned.
Their limbs have been shorn:
Saplings by the side of road.
Can you hear the pain?
How softly the sun
Moves out from behind the clouds
Lighting the birds' wings.
No comments:
Post a Comment