Buds emerge
one
by one,
their blossoms the face
of summer.
abundance
swept away
Clouds move swiftly, captured by
currents, invisible yet
strong. Birds silence their songs.
foretold
Coded in clouds, messages
reverberate in the heavy air.
Lightning strikes the ground.
falling
emotions circle,
begin their drift down into
colors compelling, arms
lifted in embrace
nuance
how many colors can
we count
in a day…forever
shades unfold, following
growth and change
summer dreams
reflections brim
in puddle drenched skies…
a girl, freed to fly
adventuring
the days of youth, with
hours to kill, lands to explore
pockets full of treasure
listen
Birds fill each morning
with song, their notes a backdrop
to the rising sun.
sentinels
Look up, for the light is
leaving, another chapter closing.
Trees stand
as witnesses, wise with knowing.
drift
Moments flow by, some
captured in memory, most lost.
The days of flowering are here.
Will I stop to drink in
this minute, this morning, this day?
