
shadows on the way
won’t make one stumble and fall
but may hide what can

shadows on the way
won’t make one stumble and fall
but may hide what can
six o’clock alarm
metal being banged or pecked(?)
silly woodpecker

stillness after dawn
a line of stoic windmills
stands at attention

beneath wind scourged limbs
far from prying eyes above
not time to die yet

the nature of life
only a brief time to bloom
why not be oneself