A Roadside Driftwood

Another gray day;
Not a small speck of sunshine--
The price of Springtime.

 

The fat chickadee
Sits on the seeds, eats his fill.
(Uh oh! Here comes the squirrel!)

 

What's that on my chair?
A new form of fluff pillow?
Percy--the Schnauzer!

 

 Sun and clouds playing;
Each determining the other.
Light over darkness.

 

The wind is roaring;
Leaves are thrown into the sky;
The phone lines tremble. 

Chickens in the woods
Follow each other's asses,
(As chickens will do)

Puddle has transformed;
It has become a small pond--
Incipient lake.

 Pointing to the north,
Dead branch lies at the wood's edge;
A roadside driftwood.

Dead stump convention
Melts further into the earth;
Soon it will be gone.

My backyard vista
Stretches from the East to West--
My own universe.

Dry leaves on the road
Skitter swiftly on the road.
(Is this Fall or Spring?)

The wind's behind me;
I'm blown gently up the road--
Like a heavy leaf.