Sugary crystals scribe each form, as a curtain of leaves falls.
the rain falls, welcomed by the soil, beading leaves with crystal drops, feeding the creek, the birds – all living things.
the darkness of night, the light of the moon the intermittent glow of the lone firefly, seeking it’s mate.
cool blue center. Breathe the green light of the forest. Absorb the calls of birds, the cellular silence.
like whispers of breeze upon my cheek
form a plume in the sky limned by the bright face of the moon
late summer textures twine with cooler days…the nights of open windows
Stillness returns – the moon rises. Moist air laces with night sounds as nature slips into the currents of sleep.
summers heat wanes sapphire blue on velvet sky bare feet in deep grass
moist air of summer wings grown weary from travels rest among cool greens