Just the Shadows are Speaking

Dark shadows still fall;
Dead leaves still carpet the lawn;
Everything's different.

 Giant truck glides by;
Then pulls back with a soft beep
And backs up the hill.

 

 Three empty barn doors;
Dark squares against the bright red--
Contrasting silence.

 

Dry leaves on the road
Find solitary display
Away from the mass.

 

 Shiny, bright and red,
Christmas berries are early;
(Or just in their time.)

The road is empty;
Just the shadows are speaking,
In unheard voices.

 

 Some ferns are yellow
Dropping their Spring green for Fall;
Others hold the time.

 

 Up at the road's bend,
Bright sun illumination.
Then it vanishes.

 

 Rosabelle takes flight,
Her feet just leaving the ground.
Sky is the limit!