There Was a Complaint

 

 

Creeping down the mountain
Sunlight takes over the fields.
I cannot stop it.

Parallel wood posts
Guard the entrance to my porch;
Can't keep out the sun.

 

Humming electric
Transformer box sings its song.
(It's a boring tune).

Lori and the kids;
Two dogs and approaching bus;
Just morning mayhem.

 

In this shining pond
There was only ice last time.
Flick of memory.

 

Tiny green leaves spring
Silently from the bushes
Welcoming the sun.

There was a complaint--
Now the ancient tree must go;
Cut down in the Spring.

Once a giant tree
Reduced now to a fat stump
Melting in the ground.