Summer Memories

This shiny morning
Hanging pine limbs are shaking;
Silent cars zoom past.

Summer memories
Do not warm me in the snow,
Or melt the gray ice.

The snowbound sapling
Seems to be screaming for help;
Its limbs are outstretched.

Up Yerry Hill Road
Bitter relentless wind blows.
Winter has returned.

A bright sun rimmed cloud
Plays tug of war with the light.
Back and forth they go.

Softly in the woods
Wind murmurs its icy words--
Breathes them on the road.

Tree fungus is black;
Has become its own shadow
Devouring its light.

Partially repaired
Old abandoned out building
Abandoned by death.