Only the Wind Moves

Just a few white dots

Sail softly through the gray air.

(Will there be millions?)

Old bird feeder rests

Against the forsythia.

Does it wait for Spring?

Snorfling her food

Olivia stands in the door

Calm and unperturbed.

Flecked with fallen leaves;

Framed with mosaic patterns--

Winter ice puddle.

Ice wind up the road;

The dead leaves are all frozen;

Only the wind moves.

My friend stops to chat;

He sits in the car, I stand;

I feel much warmer.

The fallen speed sign

Lies uncommunicative,

Its message now mocked.

Fallen garbage can

Held in a permanent thrall

By its cold steel chains.