Leaves are transparent;
The sun's rays have become green--
Daily magic here.
Empty bird feeder
Has no pecking little birds.
(Doesn't have bird seed).
Olivia's butt
Is in the same position
Whenever she eats.
Three chairs and one swing
Empty of all occupants
Patiently waiting.
Solar heating sign
Obscured now by many plants--
(An irony here?)
Shadows on the road
Always the same--and different,
Like the road itself.
Graceful these leaves go,
Moving from green to yellow,
To brown and then gone.
The stream bed carries
Sunshine instead of water;
Doesn't look barren.
Step into shadows;
Blaze of hot sun disappears--
Just refreshing cool.
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