Green Against the Brown

Two flower pots lie;
They were unused all summer.
Plants grow around them.








Plane and transformer
Mix their mechanical hums.
Butterflies flutter.


Flapping from the road
Large bird rises from shadows;
Flutters to the field.

Green against the brown--
Ivy grows up the dead stump.
(The log should worry?)

The end of summer;
Still, the presence of winter
In the twisted fence.

Like chatting magpies
The two friends keep on talking;
Will they never stop?










Dead leaf and shadows;
Both flat and still on the road.
No breeze to shake them.

On the magic lawn
Shadows reach across the moss;
Brown leaf bunch on road.