Even the Old Rock

 

Will this fall sunshine
Continue into winter?
Go on forever?

 

Leaves are transparent;
Light passes through them quietly
Leaving just the green.

 

 Leaning casually
Driftwood owl enjoys the tree--
Becomes part of it.

 

 Goat's not so fuzzy--
He's shorn for the Autumn heat.
(He keeps on eating.)

 

In the dark forest
Light's reflected in the stream;
Mirrors in the woods.

 

 

Even the old rock
Is made more mysterious
By the shadow's touch.

 

 Gently they float down
The falling leaves in the breeze,
Without a whisper.

In the hot noon sun
Cool breeze floats down the mountain
And touches my face.