It's Off Its Rocker

With a trash bundle
I step into the sunlight
And sparkling green leaves.

Through kitchen windows
Sun rays fall on the tall grass
Dappling shadows.

Sitting near the porch
Stella's friend waits patiently.
Does he miss her, too?

Old wooden chair sits;
Something isn't right with it.
It's off its rocker.

Sound of buzzing bee
Hums up from the chicory;
Fall honey harvest.

Leaves float gently down;
A few slide along the road.
Still the woods are green.

Hiding behind leaves,
Tree monster stretches its limbs
Frozen in horror.

Muffled radio
Hums from the parked pickup truck;
There's no one in sight

.

Frog jumps into stream--
No "plop", water's rushing fast;
More of a "splash--whoosh".
(with apologies to Basho)