Time for New Vision

From Walks of September 30 and October 1, 2018

What can I do now?

Coffee roaster is roasting;

Everything's the same.

It's the same window

And the same trees and bushes;

Time for new vision.

Where do they come from--

These messengers on my lawn?

Perhaps outer space.

Dark forms in the barn--

On the edge of illusion?

Or simply two cows?

Delicate blossoms

On the tip of the thin branch

Over rushing stream.

Fence post bends over

To the leaning dead tree stump--

Close but no cigar.

Less water, more leaves--

Autumn fills the roadside pond

Which still is flowing.

Where the stone wall begins

Dead branches and leaves find home,

Nestled in the rocks.

From walk of October 1, 2018

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Clear sun, yellow leaves

Falling through the brightened air--

Stillness in motion.

Every little breeze

Brings a torrent of new leaves,

Falling and floating.

Rustling of the leaves

Mixes with the stream burble:

Whispers of Autumn.

Empty barn windows

Staring outward or inward

Disguised in darkness.

Three pregnant seed pods

Glow in the morning sunshine;

There time will soon come.

Captured in mid air--

Falling leaf frozen in time--

Magic of camera.

The roadside pond sports

A new green plant from its depth--

Life! Life! Always life!

Climbing up the tree

A series of new fungi;

Where did they come from?