Shadows on the ground
Dapple my lawn and feelings:
Light and dark combine.
Leaves shake so gently
That light tumbles out of them
In soft gentle flakes.
My stream flows swiftly
Past the standing tree trunk
Talking to itself.
Mowing the front lawn--
Olivia and Collette
Doing their duty.
Forsythia blooms
Have become a memory
In translucent leaves.
At base of the tree
Circle of small blue flowers
Light up the tree trunk.
On this balmy road
Two animals have met their fate:
One known; one unknown.
Spilling to shadows
Garbage seems to sculpt the ground:
Bear's performance art.
Dancer spins on point,
Arms stretched, perfectly balanced;
(Where is the music?)
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