Look Like a Friendly Prison

 

Not a leaf trembles;
All is still in the gray world.
The sun is hidden.

 

The porch railing slats
Look like a friendly prison--
Beg me to escape.

 

Blades of grass are few;
My lawn is yellowish green;
Soft moss takes over.

 

 Placid and flowing
Mirror stream reflects the sky
With bubbled whispers.

 

 Thousand water drops
Hang from the slender bush limbs;
Each a universe.

 

 Puddles of snow melt;
Soggy brown leaves in the woods--
Everything is moist.

 

 A blast of sunshine
And the roads and woods light up.
Just for a second.

 

 For over ten years
Monster stump has held the stone.
When will it let go?