Thank You Dear Chickens

 

Hens peck on my side lawn;
Peck. Peck. Goodbye ticks;
Thank you, dear chickens.

Shiny shades of green;
Rabbit stands still on my lawn;
Cars flash in distance.

It's roaring again--
Stream tumbles past my window,
Thirsty since summer.

Framed by dark wetness
Flat green leaf lies on the road;
Brown leaves skitter past.

Rushing water sounds
Push forward relentlessly
In the silent woods.

Mottled in the woods:
Leaves yellow, brown, shades of green;
Sun dapples the road.

Alien color
Peeks out from under dead leaf--
A red plastic straw.

Flowing roadside stream
Sparkles in the morning sun;
Mirrors in the shade.

Sun and Wind Conspire

 

Breeze shakes the sunshine;
Light dances on my table;
Breakfast is waiting.

 

 Translucent leaves shake
In the cool Autumn breezes.
Sun and wind conspire.

Exotic sweet smells
Float towards me in the brisk breeze.
What flowers are they?

Busy buzzing bugs
Must think I'm a flower.
They've got the wrong bloom.

Blue asters peep out
Through the steel bars of the fence.
"Help! We're imprisoned."

Would it be so bad
If these shitty little bugs
Took a vacation?

A ghost in the woods--
White stallion standing looks at me
Here in the wild east.

Sun and clouds play tag;
I like it when the sun wins
And my face grows warm.

Trying to Eat Flies

 

Gleam on the table
Making a splash of sunshine;
Outside: morning dew.

Light of the morning
Slowly sweeps across the lawn;
Tree limbs wave softly.

Olivia sits
Taking her morning sun bath;
Trying to eat flies.

Rooster crows loudly;
Silver tassels dance in the breeze;

Faint clucking of hens. 

 

Imperiously
King goose struts with head held high;
Beak touches the sky.

Spider web reaches
But grabs the edge of the fence.
(The fence doesn't mind).

Electric lines flow
Parallel down the mountain
And up another.

 

The road is dim now--
Gray clouds have conquered the sun;
Was it ever out?

Leaves in the Mailbox

Has a frost descended?
The sun is just breaking;
It looks dark and cold.

As I sit inside
My body wants to go out--
Sprinter at the mark.

A patch of sunshine
Glows in the leaves in my yard;
Slowly light rises.

Hanging in the tree
Dead leaf doesn't want to fall;
It shrivels in the sun.

Against the blue sky
Bare tree limbs seem more naked;
Shine immodestly.

Leaves in the mailbox--
Are they growing in or out?
Spider web hangs on.

Pine needle cluster
Suspended, stripped of color;
Ghostly "evergreens".

Shadow of the leaf
Bigger than the leaf itself--
Alchemical sun.

 

Tassels of Autumn

Late morning gleaming;
Hundred million shades of green--
Opaque--translucent.
 
 

Whiff of a new plant;
A strange and sweet flowering.
Leaves dot my front lawn.

 
 



 

Tassels of autumn
Bursting silver in sunlight,
Weaving in the wind.

 

 

Shadows to the bend,
A carpet of not shadows;
I walk on it now.