Almost a Shadow

 

Gray pre election;
Even the sky has turned cold;
Suspended in time.

 

Pumpkin on table,
Five days after Halloween,
Simply can't tell time.

 

Dagger in the tree
Hangs and waits for a strong wind
To send it plunging.

 

Burning wood's spice smell
Mixes with the sweet cut grass;
Goose raises his head.

 

Pale naked whiteness
Of a tree torn by the wind,
Showing its innards.

 

Tree triceretops
Leans lazily on the branch
Waiting for the wind.

Stump is dissolving
Into a conference of parts
Meeting solemnly.

Almost a shadow--
Black leaf against beige background  

Trembles in the breeze.