Lengthening shadows pair with sheltering branches – the hush of a hawk.
Swaying in the breeze, translucent petals, backlit fired to radiance.
Follow cloud reflections around the curve to overarching trees… and on back to where herons fly, ranging bright in a cobalt sky.
Strong and tall, the flower named for the sun shines, its bright head pregnant with seed.
A cool, single bulb picks out patterns on the sliding door, exposes dark edges of potholes in the dim alley, easing the way home.
Crescendoing cicadas reverberate in morning’s humid air. Shadows slant long across browning grass.
Trees cast their images on the side of the building like a scene from an old time picture show. Silhouettes of limbs sway, echoing the living trees across the street, where birds sing their joyous songs, notes bouncing off the wall of shadows.
from velvety black curtains of night emerge pale visions, their silken garb delicate as lace
the day’s tide sweeps outward into the depths of darkness only to return, awash with first light
like wings, petals rise upward in the dance of life leaving stains, blood red