A rising sun plays with intricate handywork created by
dew and garden spiders.
Rain reveals arrays of shimmering rainbows.
Angel hair tresses of fog
settle thinly in the valley.
In meadows sleeping between
white mountain peaks.
I walk slopes in hues fuchsia, yellow,
midnight blue and wine.
Ankle deep in wildflowers and
Gusts of wind blow
the scarf around my neck and chin
against my face,
Leaves spiralling perform their wild wind dance
Stunning are the willow trees,
A cold worn barn
fades in the sun,
backdrop to a newly plowed
Neglected Scarecrows wear
shredded blue jeans,
lean on bales of hay.
Birds and brown squirrels scurry to safe places.
Early summer air bears the scent
of berry pie.
Time lags as I watch
the sun complete its daily arc to
set behind the mountain silhouette.
My long shadow cast across the meadow
and disappears in the night.