Cornucopia

Bright streaks on the road
Breaking brilliance in the sky.
The sun is shining

Motion through the trees,
Either a swift animal
Or a passing car.

Through the thick barn walls
Think small rays of light shine through
From the other side.

Small translucent cup
On its side filled with dry leaves
Cornucopia.

The house is empty--
Winter light fills the rooms.
Nothing moves inside.

Roadside Kleenex lies;
Mysterious, distinguished
In the sun's shadows.

 

Gossamer seed pod
Here frozen and turned to ice.
No breeze will blow them.

 

A racing of trucks,
Leaving dust clouds in their wake;
(One telephone pole.)

 

 

 

 

 

 Hell freezes over;
Still the water is flowing
In Peter's wood tub.