Unresolved Issues Hang
Like Overgrown Branches,
Weighted, Moving Sluggishly,
Touching Earth, Then Grazing
Against Naked Walls.
Dogwoods, Arched Seductively,
With Twining Reminders
Of Seasons Now Spent,
And Work To Be Done.
Murky Little Visitors Trailing Along,
Chasing The Sent Of Goodness Left.
A Bit Of Light, Then The Trail Goes Cold,
As The Vagrants Take Flight
Like The Thieves That They Are.