Drop of Water Hangs on Leaf Tip

Rhododendron flower
Has become a hollow shell;
Now without color.









After the rain fall
Leaves are scrubbed clean and shining;
Mist softens the trees.







Lying soft and gray
Web stretches across the grass;
Stickiness concealed.

Lone bird cries softly;
Drop of water hangs on leaf tip;
Honeysuckle smell.


Blanket of silence
Falls suddenly on the road;
Even bugs are still.












Ghostly pale beige leaf
Hanging among the green ones
Knows not its time's up.


Deer flies rule today.
I'm outnumbered, outclassed;
Time for a bug spray.

Crows caw in the fog,
Piercing the mist with their cries,
Preceding the sun.