Outlasting the Wiind

There it is again:
House floating out my window.
(Maybe I'm just nuts.)

Frost on my back lawn
Coexists with the shadows:
Green, white, brown and black.

 

A clump of green grass
Grows brightly at the road,
Defying wisdom.

 

This Buddha and I
Share an instant on the porch;
Me? I'm the shadow.

 

Haloed by the sun,
The goat stands like a statue;
Then munches again.

How green is the moss
When the ground around is brown--
Autumn fickleness.

 

Up the hill they trudge--
Sunday perambulation:
Men, women, dogs, kids.

 Not all dead leaves fall:
Many hang on stubbornly,
Outlasting the wind.