Goodbye Queen Anne's Lace

Beige bird in a bush

Tries to be invisible;

(And nearly succeeds)

Tail twitching gray squirrel

Sitting under the brown bush

Drawing attention.

The moss on my lawn

Is overtaking the grass--

Green revolution.

Skeletal husks wave
In the gentle morning breeze--
Goodbye Queen Anne's Lace.

From under dead leaves

Sprouts of fresh green grass spring up

To meet the morning.

Two broken branches

Slide slowly into the earth

Covered by green moss.

Framed by empty swings

Susan sweeps leaves from her lawn.

(Always morning chores).

A cry from the woods--

A cracking tree in the wind.

(Or was it a child?)