Soft, the Lone Bird's Chirp

 It's cloudy today--
Will I let my spirits sink
Or enjoy the light?

 

 My thoughts are inside;
Rest of the world is outside.
Will they ever meet?

 

Pattern on the lawn:
Memories of a ladder
Etched into the grass.

 

The hungry goat eats,
Looks at me for a second
Then goes on eating.

It's the bench's time,
Now among the fallen leaves
Ready for decay.

 

Soft are the shadows
On this muted cloudy day;
Soft the lone bird's chirp.

 

 Suddenly machines
In the woods and on the hill
Roar against the trees.

High above the clouds
An unseen airplane echoes.
(The leaves keep falling.)