Backbone of a Snake

Stream across the street

Glistens in the morning sun.

It keeps on moving.

Empty bird feeder

Sits as an abandoned house.

No birds surround it.

Forsythia buds

Hang from the flowerless bush,

Waiting for the Spring.

As brown as the grass,

Young deer stops beyond the pond

To give me a glance.

The familiar stream

Etched with shadows, reflections,

And the wind's ripples.

Backbone of a snake

Etched in the road side shadows

By a playful god.

Peering from the trees--

Many photos of lost cat.

(Will he not return?)

Structure emerging 

From a jumble of spare logs

To a habitat.

Summer is Over

 

 

Squirrel doesn't  get it--
Bird feeder is not for him.
He keeps on trying

 

 

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They can't get enough
These hungry birds keep eating;
Summer is over.

 

They always take turns--
Hungry birds waiting in line--
Politeness or fear?

 

Last to lose its leaves
And the last to regain them--
Seasonal clock.

 

 In his own shadow
Fallen chipmunk is sleeping,
Never to awake.

 

They come one by one
These leaves floating from the trees
To carpet the woods.

 

Silent as the leaves
One drop of rain falls on me
As the sun brightens.

 

Halloween mailbox
Welcomes the eerie season
With a creepy plant.

 

I Will Never Know

 

Lawn has long shadows
As the day light gets shorter.
Where is the sun now?

 

 








How yellow the leaves,
How yellow the sunlight through them,
How soft the morning.

 

 





Orange leaf and sun
Merge in illumination.
Leaf and light are still.

 

Crows caw overhead
Above the stink of gas fumes;
They both disappear.

 

Bright carpet of brown--
Leaves lie on the forest floor
Waiting for winter.

 

Deep forest shadows
Adjoin patches of sunlight
Natural borders.

 

What is he thinking,
My friend stopping in his truck?
I will never know.

 

The last chicories
Blooming as if they were first.
(No one has told them).

 

Suspended in Time

Flooding the kitchen
Bright morning sunshine lights up
Water and grapefruit.

 

 








Window is dirty;
Sunshine splats against the glass,
Flattens into light.

 

Leaf on a mushroom
Looks like it has been etched there
By a mother tree.

 

Forsythia blooms
As the brown leaves are falling?
Topsy turvy world.

 

Silently they land:
Small birds in the yellow leaves;
Silently they fly.

 

Three dots in the sky;
Three leaves suspended in time.
One blink and they're gone.

 

Humming past my ear--
Mosquito goes on its way.
(I feel rejected).

 

 Small furry shadow
Scurries into the dead leaves.
(What the hell was it?)