Both Wanting Water

 

Gray pallored heavens
No friend to the sun's brightness
Clouding my spirit.

 

Gray sky, quiet earth;
Even the cars seem more hushed;
Everything's muted.

 

The gray octagon
With its bright red obverse face
Tells people to stop.

 

Silhouetted trees:
Bare limbs against gray sky--
A naked study.

 

 In black uniform
Bicyclist comes purring past
Like angel of death.

 

The empty stream bed
Flows through the snowless beige woods,
Both wanting water.

Dead branch places

Leaf on the stone pedestal.
New performance art.

A house through the trees;
I've never seen it before--
A witch's cottage?