Like a Lone Musical Note

Not a ray of sun
On this moisture laden day;
Just the threat of rain.

 

 Pale purple lilacs
Adds color to the gray day
With eternal green.

 

 Between the wires
Like a lone musical note
The focused crow flies.

 

Carefree on its way
The unsuspecting auto
Swallowed by the fog.

 

 Bird chirping high
Cuts through the feathery fog
With little flashes.

That the tree is dead
Matters not to the ivy
Pursuing its climb.

Like a dried out wreath
Two large dead leaves suspended
From the evergreen.

Louder than called for
The bee moves around the bush
Humming and sucking.