Thanks Be To Shadows

Thanks be to shadows,
Those that happen with the sun.
Today they flower.

My side yard is brown;
The front yard is white with snow.
Seasons round the house.










The birch tree shines bright
Around barn and next to pine.
Medley of colors.

The field is clear now-
Only hints of snow remain.
Dare I hope for Spring?

Now moss shines brightly
On rocks in the running stream;
Wood piles stand unused.












Bird spirit on tree
Perches still with wooden eyes
Watching cars roll by.

Belching strong gas fumes,
The small truck groans up the hill
Leaving stink behind.












This shy pine sapling
Emerges from deep winter
Screaming, "I made it!"