Where St. Francis Stood

A gorgeous Spring day;

Sunlight surrounds everything;

Sadness in my heart.

I am almost packed.

It has become easier;

Buttercup trembles.

Where are my cow friends?

I wanted to say goodbye.

(They're mowing the lawn.)

Billy goat watches,

Trying to gather my scents

While staring at me.

Flowers guard the stream

With their soft white foliage.

Light and sound get through.

Where St. Francis stood:

Random growth of purple flowers. 

His spirit remains.

Barren roadside pond

Brings forth solitary plant.

Can you imagine?

In this plush season

The roadside stream is covered

By luscious green plants.

Have They Lost Their Place?

Patches of sunshine

Always occupy my lawn

These early June days.

Outside my window

Loud sounds of a bird chirping

Larger than the bird.

New dandelions

Bloom near downed lilac petals--

Comings and goings.

Each in their own door

Collette and Olivia

Stare nonchalantly.

It's almost gone now--

Green petals take over the stream.

But its sound remains.

Buttercups/asters

Congregate by the steel fence--

Yellow, white and gray.

These dead brown leaves lie

Mid the roadside greenery.

Have they lost their place?

Stepping into shade

The roadside heat disappears

(Just for a few steps.)

Joining With the Breeze

Late afternoon light

Murmurs softly in the trees

Joining with the breeze.















They tower above
But they don't look down on me

These whispering trees.

To Catch Passing Truck

 

 Lush June afternoon;

Grass is growing much higher;

Sun is getting hot.

Rhododendrons stay--

They don't seem to want to leave.

(Why on earth should they?)

There's a third being--

Susan's checking out Collette--

Each takes care of each.

New white buttercups

Mixing with the yellow ones--

Mutations abound.

Flowing towards the stream

Flurry of yellow flowers

Shedding their bright light.

Splayed, wild and watchful--

Do these asters hold anger

At intrusive bugs?

Coiled in the road

Snake seems ready to slide on;

(Will he ever move?)

Wild bouquet grows

Out of the railing again;

Nobody asked it.

Dandelion puffs

Race swiftly through the Spring air

To catch passing truck.

Wordless Haiku