Uncovers Unconsciousness

My morning routine
Always seems to be the same.
(Who am I kidding?)

Sun breaks all at once
Shining through the tops of trees
And beckoning me.

Patches of sunlight;
Small pools of mirrored water;
Then the clouds return.









Chorus up above:
Geese split the sky with their cries.
Robins on the ground.












Worries fill my mind;
Even the rush of sunlight
Cannot remove them.












Two crows speak loudly
Responding to each other.
There's no translator.












More wild geese, and more
Flocking across the dim sky.
Who plans their schedule?












Receding of snow
Uncovers unconsciousness
In the form of trash.












Tumbled by the wind,
Leaf lands in the rushing stream,
Sinks to the bottom.