Cemetery and Dog Field

Sun shine,
though cold,
picks out branches
bare
beneath a sky
of winter-blue.
Long shadows
on grass
deep green
with cold and damp
but yellow
in sunlit cheer

Old sign
paint peeling
once held
a list of do's and don'ts
long gone now
and turned to rust

Home-made swings
in cemetery trees
like nooses
in the city of the dead