Last Day of the Year

From walk of December 31, 2015

Last day of the year;

Fat squirrels still try to break in

To new bird feeder.

Snow covers my lawn;

Water drips from the roof top.

Is it Spring? Winter?

Olivia stares

While Colette drinks from the ice.

All is well at home.

Last Spring's pampas grass

Still glistens in the last light--

2015.

Stream flowing loudly

Around the moss covered rock.

Rushing, just rushing.

Mirrors in the ice:

Stream bed gives its own display--

Winter mystery.

Blue-gray clouds close in;

High above the evergreens

Turning the road dark.

In the gray and white

Red berries light up the air--

Small bits of sunshine.

Janus tree monster

Opens his mouth to the year.

(No doubt it's a shout)