Rises With the Morning Light

Light is just breaking;
A faint pine smell in the air;
A distant warble.












The skeleton tree
Stark against the winter sky
Now bursts with flowers.












The first Queen Anne's Lace
Tight clusters of round whiteness--
Little flower fists.











A stark silhouette
In the middle of the road--
Motionless rabbit.












Shadows in the woods,
Dappling the trees and earth
Add to the silence.

Woodpecker's thrumming
Rises with the morning light;
Distant machine bangs.

Buzzing round my head:
Insistent fly distracts me.
I think murderous thoughts.

Why do they rush so--
Paneled trucks along the road?
The race for money.