Dark Skies in Morning

Dark skies in morning
For the end of a season,
Just ebbing away.

Blue sheen on the road;
Shiny mirrors in the pasture;
Wind whispers behind.


Crow won't stop crying
As it soars from tree to tree,
Looking for some place.

A cold misty rain
Falling ghostlike on the road
Makes a faint patter.












Two balls on the grass,
And the tiny patch of snow
That looks like paper.

Little green monster
Landed at side of the road,
Sits there watching me.










Now it is revealed
The lush green spreading ivy
Under melting snow.







Last mullein's mullein
Uncovered flat on the ground
Near the beer bottle.