The Shadows Lay More Gently

Sudden break of sun;
Red chair on my porch lights up.
First day of April.


It's really Spring now;
The shadows lay more gently;
Green buds have appeared.













Green moss seems greener;
Bird clucks and chirps fill the air.
There's road work ahead.

Roaring round the bend;
Machines grinding and chopping.
What monsters are there?

Tree eaters again--
With blinking lights and grinding
Hungry tucks are fed.

Deep in the forest
Old dead trees turn into earth
Without assistance.













Behind the dead stump
Iridescent green sapling.
A high pitched bird tweets.

Something stirs behind;
I'm startled, and whirl around
To see my shadow.