Sign Posts of Morning

Rhododendron leaves
Tremble slightly in the breeze;
Pine tree branches bow.










I almost missed them:
Tiny violets on my lawn,
Hiding in the shade.

Still there are bare trees;
Their branches groping upward.
Blackbird sits on top.


The loggers have done;
Road has returned to silence;
Save for birds and breeze.


There's just one bird now,
Calling again and again.
Fire siren screams.












Sharp shadows dancing
Gently on sunlit tree trunks--
Sign posts of morning.












My cell phone buzzes
As I walk past the forest:
New baby is born!












On the bare phone pole
Shiny ivy crawling up
Reaching for the sky.