Heading Who Knows Where?

                                                      From  walk of February 22, 2017

Strange figure watches
Through a veil of reflections--
Does it reflect me?

Gray sky in morning;

Is today Lincoln's birthday?

(I always forget.)

Red car swishes past,
Flashing against brown and white.
Plants are not amused.












Streams barely moving
On other side of the road;
Spring comes so slowly.











With laconic "caw"
Crow sails slowly through the sky,
Heading who knows where?

Filthy snow bank sits

At the end of the driveway--

Winter detritus.

The lazy stream bed

Turns into liquid mirrors

Reflecting the Spring.

Melting at their base

Trees begin to shed winter,

Drinking in moisture.

Single patch of snow

Sits under rock on the hill;

Shade, cool (for now).

From walk of February 24, 2017

Snow is receding;
No longer blanket of white;
Brown is arriving.

Small birds pecking

At anything that they can--

Hunger--no reason.

Distant geese calling

Through the warm and misty air;

Unseen like phantoms.

A trio of birds

Silhouetted on the tree

Watch--always watching.

Solar sign is blocked;

Its message has been obscured--

Mud wins over sun.

Suddenly the sun

Illuminates the road;

Then, the gray returns.

Dead leaves on snow bank

Lighting up the filthy snow.

(It's all relative.)

Old rusty trash can

Ventilated with small holes

Blends in with the woods.