Rising in Shadows

A sheen of white frost
On porch railing and dead leaves
Welcomes the sunshine.










Alfred stands alone;
He's barely a month old now
Looking like a bull.

The pond is frozen;
Morning sunlight won't thaw it;
It must wait 'til Spring

Two pillars of smoke
Rise in the icy blue air.
Still the stream rushes.

Last winter's snow banks
Have pushed back the iron fence.
Now it stops nothing.










Rising in shadows
Road winds into mysteries
Beyond naked eyes.












A flurry of signs
Marks entrance to "private drive"--
A public display.

A patch of sunlight
Makes dead leaves seem vibrant:
Flash resurrection.