But No One Answers

Is this dreary morn
A portent of a day of gloom?
(I want the sunshine).

 

How can white be gray?
How can the trees be so still?
So many questions.

 

Tipped over on snow
Red lawn chair through my back screen;
There since last summer.

Two newspapers lie;
Two days without a pickup:
Presence of absence.

 

 Against the thick clouds
Silhouetted skeletons--
Trees grab for the sky.

In the thick gray sky
A crow calls repeatedly
But no one answers.

Straight lines in the sky--
Geometry on mountain--
Electric wires.

The standing ladder;
What a patient implement;
It just stands and waits.