The creak of trees
like a crack in the sky.
Small purple flowers scattering
before a stand of daffodils
taking the higher ground
with the brightest yellow.
Woodpecker holes in soft, dead wood
crowded like condos with the best views,
below a mile marker of old concrete
across the way from what I take
for a crumbling altar I think
will make a good grill
for whatever birds slow down
to keep up with me.