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