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Saturday, September 29, 2018

Make the Dark Darker








Mist on the mountain
Has melted into sunshine-
The morning is here.

















Blur of evergreen
Behind the sharp dead tree leaves--
My kitchen window.





























Last winter's pine cones
Lie in the strips on the road.
Where will they go next?



















Late in the season
Bee sucks from goldenrod--
Hope springs eternal.






















High above others
Rhododendron plant reaches.
(There always is one.)
















Shadows etch the barn,
Darkly sliding up driveways--
Make road mosaic.






















One spot of sunlight
Lights up a piece of the stone wall
Making dark, darker.



















Standing on its stem
Dead leaf absorbs the sunshine
And glows as if alive.


























































Thursday, September 27, 2018

Pathway to Nowhere













Just outside the bank,
Two deer munching and grazing;
(Waiting for teller?)



















Ten shades of sunshine
In front of kitchen window
Sifting through the leaves.














"Happy Fall," he said;
"Beautiful", I respond.
The jogger jogged on.

























Instant water ponds
Stare into the sky above,
Reflecting the trees.




















Moss-grown gray slate lies
In the middle of the lawn:
Pathway to nowhere.
















Dead evergreen tree
Stands before its living kin--
Juxtaposition.

















Through and over it:
New green leaves and steel railing--
Soft force of nature.
















Many eyes peek out,
Watch with different irises,
From the same road bush.








 

Monday, September 24, 2018

Phantom Horse Gallops







There is no sunshine,
Still all the bushes are green;
Above, yellow leaves.




















Creeping on my porch:
Soft, green moss on a wood plank;
Nature keeps crawling.






























My front yard jungle
Grows freely and without care;
I just look at it.














As still as a leaf
Tiny bird sits on a branch;
Then he flies away.
















Cushion on gravel
Raises some telling questions:
For whom? Why? What for?
















Solitary blooms
Spring up above the dead leaves
Their petals dropping.


















Phantom horse gallops
Through the delicate branches
Of the dying bush.












Old white bathtub leans
Against equally old tree;
Both missions over.









 

Friday, September 21, 2018

To Eternity











Last day of summer--
Dead leaves have taken over;
Gray winter's calling.

















A wind shakes tree limbs;
More leaves floating through the air.
Where is the sunshine?


























Crows are commenting;
They're babbling back and forth
On this gray wet day.














Beyond the bushes
A rooster crows out of sight;
Just his sounds remains.














He did not make it
Racing across the small road--
To eternity.






















Stream has an arbor--
Green leaves above the ripples;
Sound and sight combine.
















Mirrors on the road
Dark, tiny pools of water
Reflecting the trees.
















Eternal bouquet
Grows from the iron railing;
Always flourishing.
















































Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Bovine Ablutions














Bird feeder awaits
The food and the feeding birds;
(But not the squirrels). 

















Sun has run away
Chased by the lumbering clouds;
More leaves are falling.






























Collette takes a quaff;
Olivia takes a scratch;
Bovine ablutions.



















Dead leaves on the rocks;
Below swollen stream rages--
Two faces of Fall.

















Dead leaves are resting
On the rich green plant below;
Fall marches slowly.















Two dead leaves lying
On the decomposing rock--
Transit gloria.
















Crickets in the woods
Singing their loud scratching song
Become a sound wave.















Heard but still unseen--
Water under the bushes
In the roadside stream.