Outside is Inside

Sun through the window
Lights up patches on the floor.
Liz hums a folk song.

Mirror of the trees
Hanging passive on the wall.
Outside is inside.

The whiteness has fled--
Queen Anne's Lace cluster is dry.
How blue is the sky.

On top of the tree
Fat squirrel ponders his next move;
Birds swirl around him.

Brown tree with brown leaves;
Sunlight falling on the stream;
Wave from passing car.


Shadows of bare trees
Dappled road around the bend;
One translucent leaf.

Far off rifle booms
Shaking the sunlit stillness.
Man jogs through shadows.

Refurbished wood bench
That no one eve sits on--
Roadside ornament.