Baby grey mouse wounded and shivering on the path, tail erect like radar
The crescent moon and Venus rise in concert in the western sky an hour after the sun wanes.
Later,
in tandem,
they set.

Two grey squirrels chase each other along a weathered wooden fence with capricious speed.
A cold wind bellows the overcast day.
Afternoon sun showers drop a shower curtain of sparkling light in the air.
Night descends and Venus ascends, shining with sharp focus.
The first daffodils of spring shiver in the shadows.

Snowflakes swirl lightly, following any axis of their choosing.
Ma Tulsi struggles for her existence.
The pale day slips into dark night.
Cat curls inside of slumber.

Deep sky blue, Shiva swallows
Pine grove as repository
Pine needle & memory co-mingle
Night as dark truth
Sap reeks like an underarm

A dusty purple wall of English lavender perhaps.
The deep current of the river moving, wide and silent.
White sand underfoot.
Spiders in their webs, strategically

Purple & yellow Crocuses poking through the wet soil.
The spring sun shines for a while, then disappears behind a veil of clouds.
Grey squirrels hop about in seasonal labour.

The rising sun stains a band of clouds pink, a horizontal smear on the edge of last night's receding dark mantle.
Fluffy, almost stupid snowflakes float up and down and all over town in no apparent direction.
Winter is endless, without top or bottom, without stopping or starting or slowing.

A tribe of starlings in the grand bare tree.
Snow falling like dust particles after an explosion.
The smear of something fast & brown as old leaves, a hawk?
A gorgeous, forlorn teal parrot, bored shaggy male canaries, chipper finches, warm water fishes, three miniature striped turtles taking in their artificial sun.
Later, the milky full moon in Leo crowns the cold winter night.

Skies flat & white & empty.
Tiny flakes of frozen water flit about after the night's storm

A blue spruce singing in the morning sunlight.
Sky open cold & clear.
Trees emptied of their burden of leaves for the year.
Tiny red berries on skinny bare branches sharp as punctuation.
A dead, bare tree scraping against the blue sky.
Dusty dead grass, yellow stalks and whisps of stray leaves, quivering in the slight breeze