Ecclesiastes
Overcast morning,
The sound of two crows cawing
In the windless warmth
Dew upon the Douglas Fir
Seen through the venetian blinds
After a moment
He returns to his laptop
To check his email
***
Rolling out of a driveway,
The neighbor’s new S.U.V.
Bright in the moonlight
Of the waxing gibbous moon
Keeping track of time
Her mother-in-law’s birthday
Coincides with golden leaves
***
At the gift shop
Rows and rows of greeting cards
For all occasions
Reading Ecclesiastes
The minister takes comfort
Even though the snow
Lies in drifts upon the ground
And the sky is gray
***
Unexpectedly the mist
Rises in the warm March air
Around the plum tree
A few petals have fallen
From a few branches
Two friends have to acknowledge
That they are now far apart
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