Who Has the Mirror?

Gray sky and green leaves;
The rain is about to fall;
Cars divide the air.

 

 Colors burst out bright
In the dim absence of sun;
Sparse forsythia.

 

They will be cut down
These tall purple intruders
Invading my lawn.

 

Dead forsythia
Next to dandelion bursts--
Cycle of yellow.

 

 

Animal faces
Peering out to look at me--
Who has the  mirror?

 

 Woodpecker pecking
Staccato beat behind me--
Between my shoulders.

Those fuzzy old heads:
First dandelions to bloom.
Now they'll fly away.

Around the old chair
Weeds, windows and reflections
Of the trees and sky.