Now Dry as the Leaves

In my own back yard
A puff of white flowers grow;
I rarely seen them.

 

 The shiny red chair
Finds itself in a new place;
First time in three years.

In the morning sun
Even a small clump of grass
Can look exotic.

What is this large leaf
That holds the sun in its grasp?
They call it a weed.

Luminescent leaves
Reflect in the mirror stream
Just before they fall.

Raggedy flowers
Spring up between the huge rocks;
Where else should they go?

Laden with ripe fruit
Crab apple tree weighs heavy--
Sweet, juicy apples.

Just one crab apple;
(That is all that I gave him);
And now he wants more.

Leaf strewn and empty,
Driveway held my memories,
Now dry as the leaves.