Shadow on the Fence

Morning breaks gently
Through translucent yellow leaves;
On the shining lawn.

Transformer and hens--
Sounds of Saturday morning,
Humming and clucking.











The goats are waiting;
Sun has risen, they're hungry.
Next door the hens cluck.












Shadow on the fence;
From here it looks like just one--
Dark reclining smudge.









Umbrella leaves hang,
While others open upward.
The sun calls the shots.









Garbage time again;
Green woods are filled with growing;
And trashed old cartons.









More open each day,
Dogwood flowers unfolding
Do it silently.












Where are the children?
The sign is old as they are.
They don't play here now.