Intersecting Worlds

 

Sun shadows and snow
Lay blank and flat on my porch;
Then sun disappears.

Aloe plant stem
Trembles on kitchen table--
Its own vibration. 

A flat blue gray light
Covers the road and my lawn.
Large plow rumbles past.

 

The evergreen bends
Against a thousand onslaughts
Of wind, snow and rain.

 

 

High on a tree top
Lone bird looks out on the field
While its friends take off.

 

Sinuous brown line
Twisting through the white forest
Marks the old stream bed.

 

There's no time table
For the dead leaves hanging on;
They'll fall when ready.

 

From a thousand miles
My brother sends a message--
Intersecting worlds.





 

 

Warm scent of horse shit
As I walk back up the hill;
Oh yes! Ghost is back.