Feet Instead of Horns

 Outside: wilderness--
The uncut grass a jungle:
Light, green and shadows.

 

Sun penetrates leaves

Making them become phantomes

Of glowing green light.

 

 

 
 

 

Nibbling on my lawn,
Deer pauses to take me in;
And I do the same.

 Invigorated,
Full stream races through he woods,
A blanket of sound.

 

 Traffic on he road:
Joggers in both directions;
Feet instead of horns.

 

Billy goat watches--
Who's going to make the next move?
(Guess it will be me).

 

 Bumble bee hovers
To suck the forsythia.
Petals strew the ground.