An October Driveway Adventure...

              #317

            Sightings

Gray as the tree bark,

Thin as a string, 

Faster than whiplash,

This small autumn thing,

Alongside the driveway,

Just disappearing,

Into the leaves,

Some serpent's offspring.

The warm, windy day in mid-winter...

               #200

          Getting the Mail

The wind whips through the white pines,

Roaring like a long freight train,

Coming down upon me

With the force of a driving rain.

Still the sun is shining

And the jonquils bob and weave,

While I hurry up the driveway,

Giving thanks for this reprieve.

            2/23/12