The Wind Passes By

Chill is in the air;
Bright shine is on the bushes;
The house is humming.

Patched into the woods
Sunlight guides the earthen path;
The wind passes by.


Cow has found her chance;
Free at last she wonders wide.
There's so much to munch.


She's back in the barn;
Everything's back to normal;
(Whatever that is).


New buds shake in wind;
New flowers ready to burst
Each in their own time.


What a loud knocking
For such a small woodpecker.
Tree bug's strike of doom.









Rubbed sandpaper smooth--
Gray logs lit up by the sun.
Drift wood in forest.

Not pretty up close,
Clusters of small blue flowers,
Better from afar.