Does Memory Serve?

 

Moss on cement block,
Soaking up the morning sun;
Giving up its green.
 

 

Light is all around
Throwing shadows on the house--
Illumination.

 

 Green plant is growing
Next to my kitchen window.
(I've never seen it).

Straight parallel lines
Intersect over the road
With silent power.

Far voice from a house
Floats faint down over the road
Passing through my ears.

Was there ever snow
On this warm and sunny road?
Does memory serve?

In this soft stillness
Even the woods are subdued,
Their singing muted.

Sharp sound of chopping--
Young man at the side of road
Reduces the trees.