Flashing Mirrors Under Green

 It's late afternoon;
Sun is softer on the ground;
Everything seems greener.

 

 Weeds between fence slats
Grow proudly as a rose.
Who's to tell them "No"?

 

The old wooden owl
Has melted into the tree.
It won't fly away.

 

 As the sun goes down
It leaves flames in the flowers;
(Do they shine at night?)

Where has the stream gone?
Flashing mirrors under green;
Verdant camouflage.

Poised as if to leap;
Grasshopper is still as ice.
Doesn't know it's dead.

The poppers are back
Inviting kids to smash them--
Pop! (on their hands) Pop!

What is It That's Changed?

Sun glows through the leaves;
Plant on porch is illumined;
Lawn is a jungle.

 

Still the same table;
Still same window I look through.
What is it that's changed?

 

Chicory and clover;
Open bouquets of Queen Anne's Lace;
That is what has changed.

 The shadows are still;
The forest is so silent;
Only the bugs buzz.

They are still hanging:
Sun glasses left on the fence.
Now, they're part of it.

 

Leaves hold the sunshine
On this lush summer's end day;

Ghost rolls on the ground.

 

Cloud wisps of thistles
Floating just above the ground;
Anchored by their stems.

Bees love goldenrod;
They try to drain its sunshine;
But there's always more.

Pebbles in a Can

Pebbles in a can:
Woodpecker rattles at dawn.
The day has begun.

 

 The clouds get lower;
Grass keeps on getting higher--
Natural see-saw.

 

 Last walk before camp.
Well, at least it's not raining;
Goats are so quiet.

 Small lakes by the road;
Mini ponds in a front lawn;
Rivers in the woods.

 

 Dim dark and green woods;
Not a drop of sun comes through;
The clouds are waiting.

 A fallen number
Lies at the base of the tree.
(It's really not up).

 

 In the dim greyness
Thick performed flower odor
Rides on the bird chirps.

 

 A soft billowing breeze
Rustles through the thick green leaves
Shivering my hair.

Feet Instead of Horns

 Outside: wilderness--
The uncut grass a jungle:
Light, green and shadows.

 

Sun penetrates leaves

Making them become phantomes

Of glowing green light.

 

 

 
 

 

Nibbling on my lawn,
Deer pauses to take me in;
And I do the same.

 Invigorated,
Full stream races through he woods,
A blanket of sound.

 

 Traffic on he road:
Joggers in both directions;
Feet instead of horns.

 

Billy goat watches--
Who's going to make the next move?
(Guess it will be me).

 

 Bumble bee hovers
To suck the forsythia.
Petals strew the ground.

Softly the Shadows Fall

Grass is wild and high,
Finding freedom from the blade.
Sun barely breaks through.

 

Strawberries/grapefruit
Color the kitchen table.
They will have to wait.

 

As the sun breaks through
The rooster crows happily;
Light and sound combine.
 

 

 Olivia sits
Surrounded by mounds of hay.
(Is this cow heaven?)

 

 Solitary ball
Lies in the empty front yard
Looking for the kids.

Softly the shadows fall,
Slipping through the cloudy sky
Onto the gray road.

"Shall I play or run?
Is he friendly or dangerous?
(I'll just take the risk)"

Plane and single crow
Together in a duet.
Then all is quiet.