Architect has Left

Sun light on the hill;
Dead leaves on ground but no snow;
Where has winter gone?

A lovely cobweb
Hangs in my kitchen window;
Architect has left

Glowing in mid air
Pine needles hang in the sun;
Morning has broken.

Shadow in the barn--
Lone figure a silhouette;
Roosters call again.

No cloud in the sky;
Tree shadows fall on the road;
I salute myself.

Pond--just off the road;
Could be deep in the forest
For its solitude.

Slipping through seasons
Rocks slowly slide down the hill.
Will they reach the road?

 

A tangled bramble;
Wind, snow, rain, age and death
Have reduced the trees.