Brightness through the gloom--
Forsythia hanging on
As winter comes nigh.
Sun comes sliding in,
World is suddenly alight--
Gloom a memory.
Collette's shiny nose
Pokes through the fence, checks me out-
Then she casts her eye.
A brittle dead leaf
Skips swiftly across the road,
Fleeing from the wind.
Luminescent leaves
And a random pile of twigs
Lie in a broken heap.
Nestled in the log
Dead leaves have found a new home--
Fellowship of rot.
Smiling to himself,
Demon in the tree looks out:
"What fools these mortals...."
In icy snow and heat
This water keeps on flowing--
Some things never change.
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