Liquid Legacies

Cool and gray and still;
Forsythia leaves are sparse.
The furnace kicks in.

Leaves, pine cones, needles
Lie together off the road--
A study in brown.









A mud puddle fence
Protects the muddle puddle trees
From muddle puddle sky.

Bright shiny mirrors
Glisten in the morning gloom--
Liquid legacies.

World without shadows;
The road is dark, flat and gray;
The birds are silent.


Stuck in a knot hole
Small cluster of pine needles.
Someone put them there.

Clasped by evergreen
The dead leaf hangs motionless.
There's no place to go.

Solitary crow
Caws its away across the sky;
Unseen not unheard.












A fierce flying fish
Frozen into the tree4 trunk
Grits its wooden teeth.













A legless old chair
Sitting on the unused porch
Warms no one's behind.

St. Anthony's back
Watching over a new flock:
Cold weather plants.












Silent as the air,
Two deer leap across the road.
Were they ever there?