Look! But Do Not Touch!

 

Roaring sound again!
Grinding of wood--falling limbs:
Tree cutters are back.

 

Third day of Autumn;
Feels like early summer,
Save for dying leaves.

 My rhododendrons
Now a jungle of green leaves
Dressed for the winter.

 

 Olivia stands
As the tree cutters move in
Hugging and chugging.

 

 Rolling Spanish sounds
From the men fixing the porch
Floats over the road.

 

Will I never tire
Of this shadow dappled road?
Life kaleidescope.

 Thistles are friendly--
Spin soft webs around their spikes.
Look! But do not touch!

Even the hard rock
Is made soft by shadows
And gentle sun rays.