Dreaming Its Dark Dreams

 It's so very late;

The sun does not know the time--

It's not to be seen.

White and yellow rule,

Illuminate my front yard.

Still no lavender.

Mirrors on my porch;

Same bird sitting on same wire;

Forest is singing.

Crumpled on the road,

Wrinkled, wet and colorful:

Discarded flyer.

Drawing attention,

Its own shades of beige and brown;

Bi-colored tree trunk.

Rising above green,

Brown dead evergreen tree--

Its own illusion.

With its mouth open

Old tree trump sits in the woods

Dreaming its dark dreams.

From the gray gravel,

Lifeless, hard and crumbling

Billowing green plants.