Shadows are Captive

Shadows are captive

Held prisoners of themselves;

Art mimics the truth.

Gray Sky in Woodstock

Gray sky in Woodstock;

Clouds reach down and kiss the earth;

A peaceful mornimg.

Collette's head scratching;

She knows that it feels better;

Every little bit.

Still  they're hanging on

These small fluffy milkweed puffs;

Why don't they let go?

This murmuring water

Says nothing at all, really;

Just keeps whisperiung.

Last rhododednron;

Their season was in the Spring;

Why are they still here?

Carpet of dead leaves

Surrounded by the always green ferns;

Each in their own world.

Some Things Never Change

 Drip, drip, dripping drops

Fall in a stream from the eaves.

It's melting time here.

Tail of a cardinal

Hangs down from the bird feeder

Motionless eating.

Collette seems happy

As Olivia licks her;

Some things never change.

Two solar panels

Cast their shadows in the sun--

Opposites attract.

A chorus of birds

Chirps and sings to each other

Each in their own tongue.

Tumbled garbage cans--

From the snow plows or the snow?

Only the cans know.

In the empty woods

Just trees,  snow and shadows live;

Wind is blowing through.

The young pine sapling

Bends down and kisses the ground

And keeps on growing.