the river runs
blood orange
the color of dawn
the river runs
blood orange
the color of dawn
meeting on high wire
even two squirrels agree
one direction
flying in the breeze
tethered to my finger
a spider egg sac
from the valley bed
vapory mist rises to dance
with the morning light
cool overcast skies
the gardener works
without his hat
replacing daisies
with cool loving pansies
night grows longer