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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Pecking in the Rain

 
September 13, 2014
 
Dark and cold morning;
The windows need to be shut;
Need to wear a coat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 The sun has vanished
To a place beyond the clouds--
A bright place of warmth.




Chickens on my lawn
Don't know about barriers;
Pecking in the rain.


September 14, 2014

 
They are back again:
Chickens pecking on my lawn;
Feathered poltergeists.
 





Is the light changing?
Does the sun follow seasons?
Crows call---leaves still glow.
 
 




Shadow near the road;
Not spray of leaves or tree limbs,
Just camera and me.


 
 
 
Dark and mirrored stream
Flows soundlessly from below
Through the silent woods.





Empty swing is gone;
New family has older kids;
Just the frame remains.





Dark dappled driveway
Leads up mysteriously
Through light and shadows.





Dim sparkling shimmer
From base of the dead tree trunk:
Web has caught the rain.





Bushes glisten
In the light of last night's rain--
Nature's chronicle.






















































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