the world seems gray

not depressing, but mysterious

some patches dark, others lighter

but not clear, color only when close

as if the world is hiding

in billowing clouds

morning bright, wispy clouds accenting

Life out, but not about

quiet, hushed, a pause in activity

silence almost oppressive

The rocks are tall

mounds rising above

the fields and glades

commanding views unobstructed

coats shaggy, shedding winter coats

antlers in bud, not yet showing age

two bucks sharing a glade

the leaves fresh and green, delicious

Morning sky lightly clouded

with sun behind, shining through

A warm, gentle breeze through

leafing trees, branches waving

concealing the many birds