Topsy Turvy Trick

Gray sky and brown leaves;
Yellow tree next to green pine;
Mirror in kitchen.










She walks carefully,
Carrying something precious--
It's her grand daughter.








Caught between the rocks:
Giant leaves--flotsam;
(Or is it jetsam?)












Like a wooden rune,
Missing fence post makes letter
Spelling whatever.












Thick blanket of leaves
Falls across the forest floor.
White blanket follows

Moss, ferns on the log
Flourishing while others ebb;
Topsy turvy trick.









Crow calls across the sky;
Air is scented, soft and misted
With a touch of gray.

Suddenly silence--
Even the birds become mute.
Then the sun comes out.

Tattooing Heaven

Wind is up again.
There's no electricity;
Nature is in charge.












There are new white weeds;
They don't know they're a nuisance,
But just sit and flower.











Like flowers in Spring
Three teenagers on the lawn
Rolling and playing.

A thin line of white
Moves slowly across the sky
Tattooing heaven.












Patterns on the road
At the behest of the sun
Lie where it is not.












They are free at last:
Seed puffs through Fall and Winter,
Blown in the Spring wind.











First purple lilacs
Bud near the abandoned house;
Wild white blooms nearby.

Large branch cracks, falls;
Green leaves race across the road;
Roaring wind won't stop.

The top of the trees
Shake wildly in the rough wind;
Below, leaves tremble.