Beyond the Tree Line

 Beyond the tree line
Susan hauls a wheelbarrow--
Lugs it out of sight.

 

 Forsythia bush
Has become a cloud of brown
Shedding a dim light.

 

 Olivia sits
Staring out of the barn door--
A bovine statue.

 

 This overcast sky,
Shiny red berries spring out
From the sleeping bush.

 

 Near this silent road
The soft sound of stream water
And woodpecker throb.

 

 The woods are singing
All around the dim gray road
High pitched tuneless tune.

 

Just a few snow flakes
Float and vanish before me.
(Were they ever there?)

 

Disappearing 2
Slides slowly into the ground.
Soon will be zero.