Shadows to the Bend

Shadows through windows;
Bright sun blares into my room;
A morning of light.

 The brighter the sun
The dirtier my windows--
Strange contradiction.

 

No cloud in the sky;
The field is full of shadows;
Brisk wind up the road.

 

 A familiar green plant;
I remember it as a child.
(Can't recall it's name).

 

Benches in the woods
Waiting for someone to sit on them;
Now only the air.

 

 Shadows to the bend
Are soft and blurred on the road.
They have their own shades.

Sporadic drum beat:
Woodpecker pecks on a tree.
Doesn't seem to care.

How silent the hawk
Gliding graceful silhouette;
(Unless you're a mouse).