Murmur of a Breeze

 

It's Labor Day weekend;
Cars race by to catch a whiff
Of relaxation.

 

Leaves tremble lightly,
Blur for a second in light,
Then freeze in sunlight.

A dull gray box sits
High in the crotch of the tree
Humming out pictures.

Two goats are sitting;
Their heads sticking through the fence.
(Can they pull them back?)

Murmur of a breeze
Among the leaves in the woods
Wakens memories.

Bottom of the pole,
A lonely "2"  has fallen
Or just lost its way.

About to flower?
Queen Anne's Lace is in a fist
Of birth or of death.

Two empty chairs sit
In back of the wild garden.
Absence of humans.