What is It That's Changed?

Sun glows through the leaves;
Plant on porch is illumined;
Lawn is a jungle.

 

Still the same table;
Still same window I look through.
What is it that's changed?

 

Chicory and clover;
Open bouquets of Queen Anne's Lace;
That is what has changed.

 The shadows are still;
The forest is so silent;
Only the bugs buzz.

They are still hanging:
Sun glasses left on the fence.
Now, they're part of it.

 

Leaves hold the sunshine
On this lush summer's end day;

Ghost rolls on the ground.

 

Cloud wisps of thistles
Floating just above the ground;
Anchored by their stems.

Bees love goldenrod;
They try to drain its sunshine;
But there's always more.