And Then Light Again

Mist at the road's end;

Still the bright sun bounces

Rolling up the path.

Beyond the dark trees

A shimmering of ruby

As the sun shines through.

Litter on the ground--

A glowing ruby refuse

Gifted by the tree.

Some imperfect holes

Drilled in the face of the leaves.

(By whom or by what?)

Dry leaves on the fence

Prevented  from entering

Like everything else.

Jogger on the path

Passes through light and shadows

And then light again.

What Dimension Here?

Car full of pooches;

Felix is right at home there;

All go to the park.

Car is covered up--

It's going incogmito;

(If it is a car)

Father and son walk,

One with the weight of his years.

The other, patient.

Sunlight doesn't stop;

It passes through the red leaves,

Leaves its vibration.

Is that a shadow?

Or painting of haunted house?

What dimension here?

How red is the red?

This rose lives up to its name.

(Much more than color).

Not Contained by Steel

Suspended in whirl

With sublime tense nonchalance

Spider waits in web.

Grasping at the ground

Dead leaf wants to hold its place

(With gravity's help.)

He wants to be seen

In his vest of bright orange:

Meter man checking.

Chrysanthemums go

Slowly losing their vibrance--

Fall into winter.

Little boy says "hi"

And sees there is a response.

The "hi" continues.

Beyond the link fence

A golden burst of color,

Not contained by steel.

Floating in Sunlight

This sunny Monday,

Flag waves as does its shadow;

Here is light and dark.

Fullness of the tree

Depleted as its leaves drop--

Partial undressing

Autumn leaves glowing

In the afternoon sunshine

Give their own send off.

Alone on the ground

Two boots wait for their owner.

(They seem so lonely).

 With determined gait

She marches across the road

With nary a nod.

Floating in sunlight,

Leaves go beyond their structure

To an unknown place.

The Crows are Laughing

No more birds for Squid;

Red bandanna scares them off.

The crows are laughing.

Gray Seattle morn;

Mud puddles reflect the clouds.

There is no sunlight.

Plane sailing through clouds--

Small object between the lines--

Purrs nonchalantly.

Cradled in a bush

Some green leaves have lost their way;

Resting with strangers.

They brighten the day:

Red berries in gray morning;

Small bits of sunshine.

Through the chain link fence,

A small glimpse of the golf course.

So near and so far.