An Ocean of Green

It's late in the day--
Only inertia moves me;
The warmth and sun call.

The light is different;
It's starting to go to sleep.
I will wake it up.

 

 Chipmunk on the rock
Hiding in the bushes
Becomes a statue.

"Have you heard the news?
There are now new baby chicks"
(Contagious wonder).

Heat or the journey?
Which one stopped this creature's crawl-
Dead in its own tracks?

 

Poised against the tree
An ancient man sits asleep.
(Maybe it's a rock.)

 

An ocean of green
Where there was a field of white--
Miraculous woods!

 

It's hard to hate squirrels
When they lie crushed on the road,
Not stealing bird seed.