In Their Zig Zag Way

Monster on the porch

Lies flat against the shingles,

Thin legged and waiting.

Tree on my porch,

Happy to be sitting there

In the cool morning.

Rhododendron buds

Ready to burst into bloom.

(They'll wait for six months).

They're slowly falling:

Golden flowers in Autumn,

From yellow to brown.

Leaves fall without sound,

Floating gently to the ground

In their zig zag way.

Three people en route;

Gabriel has walking stick

Longer than he is.

Road is so silent

That I hear the woods singing

High pitched and tuneless.

Crossing the gray sea

Small black beetle moves onward

(Then it turns away).