Sun and clouds play tag,
Vying for light of the sky
And ruler of moods.
In the old garage
Blank windows stare at the trees
Who stare back at them.
How quiet my stream
That raged a few days ago.
Now it just eddies.
Clouds over mountain
Billow in the last day's light,
Bright, soft and fleeting.
Just two russet leaves
Spring from the trunk of the tree.
They are born dying.
Quiet sunlit road--
New Volkswagon races by
Thumping its music.
Top of the dry stalk
New yellow flowers burst forth.
(They are late bloomers).
Clouds pull together;
The road loses its sunlight;
Soft darkness descends.
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