All's Geometry

Through my front window--
A house that doesn't exist;
Where did it come from?

A single dry leaf
Lies basking in the bright sun;
Made special by light.

The windows are squares,
Framing parallel porch lines--
All's geometry. 

 
 

On edge of the woods,
Neat pile of cut logs is stacked.
Who's heat will this be?

Former Queen Anne's Lace,
Now, half spider and half plant--
Metamorphosis.

Between mossy rocks,
A patch of flowing sunshine;
(Or is it water?)

Shadows on the lawn,
Extending the slender trees:
Two black dimensions.

A grove of green light:
Evergreens glow in the sun.
Empty road grows warm.

Stop to talk with friend;
Road and journey disappears
Into easy words.