Wood to Wood it Goes

Porch is glistening;
Grayness hangs over the road;
Brown leaves are soggy.

Silhouetted leaf
Floats across the mottled sky.
Goat stares in doorway.









Patches of white light
Rise slow above the tree tops.
Smoke and wet grass smell.

Small lone blue flower
Hangs on amidst the brownness.
A single bird cries.

Gray coat on gray road;
Walking determination--
She passes me by.











More leaves on the ground
Than on the shedding branches--
World's turned upside down.

Sun breaks through the cloud;
Patch of road glistens alive,
Then grows dim again.


Zig zagging downward,
Large leaf slices to the ground;
Small leaves float after.

Red leaf on red bush:
Coincidence of the wind,
Unplanned camouflage.









Distant crow chatter
Serenading the gray sky,
Hastening the clouds.

The rolled up phone book
Still wedged between two tree limbs--
Wood to wood it goes.