Still The Sun Breaks Through

Cars still rushing by;
There's a grayness in the air
That mirrors my heart.

My mind is cluttered
With errands and things to do.
Still the sun breaks through.

Beyond picket fence
Goats graze as they always do.
Some things never change.









New purple flowers
Billowing out their blossoms
Call a single bee.

On his stump again
Chipmunk waits for me to move.
Which of us will do?

Leaves tremble and drip;
Breeze brings a second rain fall
Gentle pattering.












Singular white rose
Blooms in a bush in a marsh--
Singular beacon.

The stupid deer fly
Mistakes my hand for my head.
Wack! Splat! And goodbye!