And Distant Darklness

Table looks like mist;
It's only an illusion.
Outside, sun's brilliant.










Plump, twin lilac buds;
Now I know that it is Spring--
In my own front yard.











Yesterday's rainfall--
Today's mirrored mud puddles
In the green barn yard.









No longer just buds,
Forsythia turns yellow;
Touched by a cool breeze.









In one day's down pour,
Instant lakes, torrential streams
Seething greenery.









Forest is dappled--
Sunshine, shadows, brown leaves, earth
And distant darkness.









The familiar bend
Never really familiar.
(I pretend it is).












Just off the road side
A sparkling rush of water;
River by my feet.