Almost Like a Moon

From the walk of February 8, 2016














Grinding sounds outside;

Trucks in the street and driveway.

My two trees are downed.

A fleet of trucks come;

All to cut down my two trees--

A woodsman's army.

Something's missing here;

Barn door is seen through barn door.

Where have the cows gone?

Deep in the brambles

Brief littering of bird wings

And a secure nest.

Sky promises snow--

Fully gray without sunlight.

(It has lied before.)

The tiny wire fence

Once protected emptiness.

It's just changed its place.

Across the stream bed

A new log bridge has fallen.

(No one will cross it.)

Almost like a moon

Sun peers through a veil of clouds

Shedding some dim light.