Echoes From A Winter Grove
Summer heat.
Crickets chirrup
Across the path.
Evening cool.
The great lake
Is still.
Rain clouds
In the distance;
A crow flying overhead.
An Autumn eve.
Across the way,
The smell of honeysuckle.
Autumn day.
The small birds
Live in the higher branches.
An autumn eve:
The stray dog has found
Something to eat.
Autumn wind:
The waves reach above
The moorhen’s chest.
Autumn morn:
The young coots
Stray too far.
Autumn wind:
Even in the best light
It is cold.
Autumn day:
In a world of many colours,
The sound of the wind.
Autumn rain:
The spider is
Cold and alone.
Chill wind;
The squirrel scratches at
The fleabite.
Winter night:
The moon is silent
In the lake.
Snow falling slowly;
The dog
Looking tired.
A charcoal brazier –
The snow has no desire
For this world.