Liquid Reflection

Early morning mist;
Sun is trying to break through;
Not a breath of wind.

All is humming now;
How silent the house can be;
Everything is sleeping.


Sky is equal parts:
Still whiteness and bright blueness.
Rooster crows loudly.

From forsythia
Red berries burst into life.
Ripping chain saw sounds.

Ripples on water
Shiver the solid tree trunk.
Liquid reflection.

Lichen and moss clumps
Inhabit the barren tree trunk;
Its leaves have fallen.

Sun breaks through the trees
Shedding a tawny color;
This tan and beige Fall.

"No Trespassing" sign
In front of the imprisoned woods.
(The squirrels cannot read).