Woodpecker Sculpture

Where is the snow?
There's no trace through my window;
My lawn looks like Spring.

Gray early morning;
Only school kids wait by road--
Reading, writing, math.

 

By the side of road
Dirty patches of snow lie--
Now just road garbage.

 Gloves still are waiting
Abandoned by the roadside.
"Please someone take us."

 

The old king tree stump
Now dwarfed beneath its courtiers,
Yesterday's saplings.

 

Solitary leaf
Hangs from the tip of the branch
Against the gray sky.



A dark screaming face
Cries out from the dead trunk--
Woodpecker sculpture.