When I walked this path in the winter, you were sleeping silently. And when the snow landed on my lashes, I sometimes would think of your white petals swaying in the breeze. You are such a welcome sight to my walks in July.
A porch ledge on a warm June night beckons with sparkling secrets
that only small, twinkling lights can keep. Charming all winged
creatures and telling fantastic midnight tales of adventure,
their hypnotic spell weaves in and out of green ivy dreams.
soft, blue skies
pink and yellow and red and purple
the smell of soil
shades of green
a robin’s blue egg shell
carrots from the farmer’s market