Penetrated by Crows' Cries

Plastic red lawn chair
Sitting in the porch corner;
Snow patch on its seat.

Sky is one big cloud;
Blue gray thick and lowering;
Penetrated by crows' cries.

A cloud of small birds
Lifts silently from the snow;
Floats into the woods.












Faded wooden sign
Now unintelligible
Reclaimed by the tree.

The old dry brown blossoms
Hang like always on the tree;
Don't want to let go.

They've been everywhere:
The cutters of the tree limbs,
Slashing and hacking.














White and serpentine
Birch tree twists above the fir--
A snake in the woods.

The magical squirrel
Leaps on the nearby tree trunk
And Poof! Disappears.