poetry – finding home

turning point

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 waning sapphire blue on velvet sky bare feet in deep grass

moist air of summer wings grown weary from travels rest among cool greens

sharp edges, smooth blue golden leaves against complementary hue

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.