Shadows are Shrieking

Walk of March 17,2018

Shadows are shrieking

And weaving from the white lawn;

Birds race back and forth.

Wind blows bird's tail

As she sits on the feeder:

Instability.

No cloud in the sky;

Geese float gently on the pond;

Cold wind up the road.
























Hens peck in the field;
Distant unseen crow calls;
Then, the silent world.















Dead twig on the ice
Quivers in the brisk cold breeze--
Illusion of life.
















Bending down the hill,
Shadows mold to its contours,
Always obliging.


























Slender pine sapling
Growing in the icy snow
Has found its milieu.













Dribbling from its mouth
Rock monster grins in the sun
A grimace of joy.