Different Agendas

They said it would rain,
But the sun keeps on peeking
Through the thick gray clouds.









A maze of black wires
Criss crossing over the road
Let in some blue sky.

Two streams together
Pour through the narrow culvert
Turn into torrent.

The snow banks are gone;
Fence still leans in submission
To a melted foe.









Shadows come quickly;
The sun paints the magic lawn
Then goes somewhere else.









The ghost tea party
Lit up in the sunny woods
Ready to begin.

Large urn on a stump
Awaits offerings from the sun.
Flurry of bird cries.









Look very closely--
Waterfall seems gigantic
From one foot away.

The cat and the ducks
Watch each other carefully.
Different agendas.