August's evening

The languid

hand

of evening

smudges

the cerulean edges

of summer sky

to milky

crimson

Summer's farewell

Seasons

collide

in a sweet

tart blend

of bright sun

breezes

intense green

with hints

of burnt orange

at the edges;

summer lolls

on the sidelines

of autumn’s

busy activities,

waiting for the quiet

of evening

coming cooler now

and early

Scattered

Lady Sun

plays tag

with dancing raindrops,

playfully

feinting behind clouds

and popping

surprise!

into the blue

On the trail home

Young hawk’s
fallen feather
an accidental
treasure
I will hoard 
with others
found--
or given?

Faith

To believe

to know

beneath the clouds

beyond the weary day’s

earthly rotation

behind eyelids

squeezed shut

by fear

or stubborn

refusal

to see

there is

light

Projecting August 13, 2017

Under
heavy
brooding clouds
even Lady Sun
is reluctant
to raise her head

Storm clouds

Lady Sun

lifts her head,

unbowed

undimmed

by dark clouds

ominous

on the horizon

August dawn

Lady Sun

stretches,

leisurely

in her bed

of violet

velvet

clouds

Another illusion

The afternoon’s
restful
still life
of blue sky
and suspended clouds
is drifting
forward
when my attention
drifts away;
only
the moment
is 
still