Wind is Whispering

A brief flash of sun
Welcoming and bright, then goes
(Like some folks I know).

The wind does so much
Pushing clouds out of the way,
Bringing distant smells.

A party here once;
Now balloons pasted to pole.
Was three years ago.

Bug on my jacket
Flutters on the yellow sleeve.
I think it's lost.












One splash of sunshine
And the woods are dark no more;
(Just for a second).












Wind is whispering;
I cannot understand it.
But the trees respond.









A log in the ditch
Bleaches in the fleeting sun;
Soon covered by leaves.












Leaf on a pole
Captured by the spider vine;
Seed puff on a bush.