Where Does This Time Go?

Box glares in sunlight;
Outside a pink flower glows.
Ain't life wonderful?

Roasted coffee smell
Before I go out the door
To cool Fall morning.

Dead branch, blue flowers;
Sharp shadows on the old barn;
Not a sound is heard.

A faded half moon
Hangs in a crystal blue sky,
Over the tree tops.

Moving from shadows--
Two women and dog emerge;
Which of them came first?

The woods are silent,
Not even a bird chirping.
Where does this time go?


Caught in yellow leaves
The sunlight cannot escape,
But sings its freedom.

Mushroom on the road,
Strangely standing on its head.
Wait! It's an apple!.