The glimmer of sun
Has barely touched the tree tops
And then there's grayness.
One rhododendron
Has reached its full flowering;
The rest are still buds.
Beyond buttercups
The quiet pond lies waiting
For traveling geese.
Late blooming lilacs
Have little understanding
That there time is past.
First the road grows dim;
Then the sun captures shadows;
Then they fade again.
Coming from nowhere
Shadows materialize
On the rough tree trunk.
Gentle mullein plant
Stands as if at attention--
So straight, yet so soft.
Hopping and pecking,
Tiny bird crosses the road
(To reach other side).
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