Now Shadows Ride It

A white flowering tree
Billowing in my back yard.
(I never saw it)

Cow mooing loudly
Followed by bleating of goat;
Hen clucks and bird chirps.


Morning dove cooing;
Basset hound stretched out asleep;
New blossoms on tree.


Suddenly a hush
Broken by the flowing stream
And shaking shadows.


The first white lilacs
Bloom near the old lady's house.
She is rarely seen.


What a peaceful day;
Even shadows seem content
To lie without light.


Petals in the shade
Grow in tiny white clusters,
Delicate and round.


Surviving winter--
Abandoned tire by the stream.
Now shadows ride it.