Keeping Their Secret

 

Gray, white and orange--
The colors of this morning;

Shifting each second.

 

Against the window
Under the steely blue sky
Crows soar through the air.

 

 

Woodpecker rattles
Under the steely blue sky
Crows soar through the air. 

Blank windows of shack
Stare blindly into the sun
Keeping their secret.

Under the ice sky
Green patches appear in woods;
Stream bed rises up.

Sun touches the trees;
Then, in a second, is gone,
Only to return.

A turkey gobble
Echoes out of the forest.
(Late for Thanksgiving?)

Garland of brown leaves
Crowning the prostrate dead log.
Triumph! Of the past.