Wind Sweeps Sun Away

 

Blue sky and puffed clouds
On this sunny new year's day,
My father's birthday.

Now the sky is gray;
Thick snow flakes flutter around;
Black chicken scampers.

 How loud the rooster;

Another rooster answers
From across the field.

Pregnant gray filled clouds
Float, awaiting their release.
Wind sweeps sun away.

Dead trees in the stream;
Cold wind blowing up the road;
More moss on the rocks.

Car driving strangely,
Slow but in middle of road;
New Jersey license.

 

In imprisoned woods
A large sphere lies on the ground;
Perhaps a land mine.

 

 The stripped dead tree trunk
Riddled with a thousand holes--
Happy woodpeckers.