Or Give Me a Kiss

Sun streams through windows

Showing off the dirty glass;

(Bitter with better) 

Coffee roaster whirls--

Room is filled with pungent smell:

Morning wake up call.

Collette comes over;

She wants to say a hello

Or give me a kiss.

Through the evergreens

Pond is beginning to freeze;

Stream keeps on flowing.

Shadows on the road  

Winding soft up the driveway

Into the forest.

Old forest stream bed

A chain of frozen puddles

Waiting for the Spring.

Discarded bumper

Lies at the edge of the road--

A piece of found art.

Unseen, in the woods,

Sounds of ripping and sawing;

Dead trees will succumb.

Hundred and forty

Rings mark each year this tree lived. 

It was just cut down.