Just Fallen Sunlight

 

Sad Irish song swells
From my computer's speaker;
Mixes with the car.

 The bushes are still;
Lit barely by the pale sun;
Some patches of white.

 

Morning dove and bright sun;
Cloud rises over the trees;
A whiff of Springtime.

Shadows mark the sun
Painting road, fences and walls
As still as darkness.

  Racing down the hill
Michael rushes to the bus--
Don't be late for school.

In the dappled woods;
Not a single trace of snow;
Just fallen sunlight.

 

In the woods, a cross
Illuminated brightly,
Wired and electric.

 

 Now the crows are out
Talking in the sun bright sky
About this and that.

 In the tree's stomach

The face of a man peers out--

A face without eyes.