Gray wakes up.
Trees molt feathers.
Whistle for wind.

‘Neath the moon
Waiting @ a bus stop
Necco wrappers.

Closing time—
ant leaves its home &
gets to work.

Stale oranges–
before it e’en starts
summer ends.

¿Where’d you get
that bright yellow scarf,
summer oak?

Attitude—
fir leans to the side
with limbs crossed

many trees
pass my car without
saying hi

black spring tea—
even it dances
to the beat.