Wind Ripples Puddles

Shadow of a log
On the table of my porch;
A strange place for that.

Sunlight through pictures
Leaning against my window
Makes them translucent.


Bright morning sunshine
Etches trees on the road;
Wind ripples puddles.


Another damn bird
Flies before I photo it;
Are they camera shy?

This sparkling ribbon
Hanging through the cold winter
Blows in the Spring breeze.

On the Magic Lawn
Giant orange iron beast
Set to eat the earth.


The gnarled tree monster
Still holds the rock in its mouth.
When will it eat it?


Snow drop blooms have gone
Melting with the last snow patch;
Magical flowers.