beneath the road din
wind rushing through dry stalks
first sounds of new leaves
beneath the road din
wind rushing through dry stalks
first sounds of new leaves
single red beacon
piercing through drowsy gray clouds
rooster’s distant crow
small patch of red dirt
run-down lean-to between trees
stray wind brings echoes
ordinary car
window to grace in motion
pacing pair of geese
full moon lights the way
despite frigid temperatures
bulbs open to love