(A lot of Un use)

 

Sun's out and then in;
Dry leaves are still on the ground--
Trick of the seasons.

 

Billowing pine tree;
Weaving, shaking in the wind.
Inside, all's silence

 

A warm gentle breeze
Swishes soft across the road.
Alfred licks my hand.

 

The stream is peaceful
While dutifully tinkling.
Dog barks and plane hums.

Unused metal fence
Curled behind unused wood fence.
(A lot of un use).

The old mother log
Lies now covered with dead leaves,
Her winter blanket.

Sliding from the woods
Tiptoeing across the road:
A band of turkeys.

 

Coming from the woods
A snort from an unseen horse.
Is he watching me?

Magic lawn again--

Soft moss has taken over;

Fairies rule once more!