Pebbles in a Can

Pebbles in a can:
Woodpecker rattles at dawn.
The day has begun.

 

 The clouds get lower;
Grass keeps on getting higher--
Natural see-saw.

 

 Last walk before camp.
Well, at least it's not raining;
Goats are so quiet.

 Small lakes by the road;
Mini ponds in a front lawn;
Rivers in the woods.

 

 Dim dark and green woods;
Not a drop of sun comes through;
The clouds are waiting.

 A fallen number
Lies at the base of the tree.
(It's really not up).

 

 In the dim greyness
Thick performed flower odor
Rides on the bird chirps.

 

 A soft billowing breeze
Rustles through the thick green leaves
Shivering my hair.