Musings, Jones Road, Haiku by Martha Kaempfe

I love the colors

  of umber oak leaves

   against bright blue sky.

When the North Wind blows

  it mutes cars down on 60,

   a silent movie.

In this dairy barn

     pasteurized but unpastured,

where is the lead cow?

The wintry roadside,

   feathers flutter in the grass,

   just some milkweed seeds.

Each day I pass sites

where she peed and sniffed and snacked

and then barfed for days.

The junco up there

on the snow covered branches

sends down a shower.

Martha Kaempfe, Spring Green