Welcoming Me Home

Soft shadows on tree
Falling at the end of day,
Welcoming me home.

 

Shadow of the tree
Dark through the green morning light
Presides as day breaks.

 

 "Swing low, swing low sweet.."
Man sings walking past my door;
"Chariot.." on by
.

 

Alone on the lawn
A delicate wire fence
Protecting a rock.

 

Reflecting the sky:
Chicory by the roadside;
Beacon of Autumn.

 

Rusted, old and still:
Prehistoric in the woods--
A flat roller sits.

 

 A fork in the road
In two shadowed directions;
I go to the right.

 

 Bursting at the top--
Delicate yellow flowers
Smiling at the sun.``

 

 Deserted garden,
Now Nature's hysteria--
Riot of wild plants.