Silver moonlight sparkling off the dark flowing river, the swollen moon herself hovering silently above.
In the foreground, a single firefly flits about, trailing it's phosphorescent light through the long stalks of grass.
The breeze washes the leaves of the trees in it's nocturnal warmth.
Far, far away the stars twinkle.

Eyes closed, pulses of white light and the sound of the wind in the trees over my head.
Eyes open, sunlight sparkling off the surface of the river, green trees swaying on the far shore, their colours and forms mixing.
A blue dragon fly docks on a blue cornflower, momentary chromatic compatriots.
A cricket hops along the dusty path.
Green and blue merge all around me, in shifting combinations, with yellow highlights.

Tiny dust-coloured baby snake coiled & dying on the path.
The gurgling sound of the river's deep current churning over on itself.
White sand under my feet & between my toes.

The hazy, humid morning slides away, leaving the afternoon to be filled by summer rain.
The sky darkens accompanied by the growing wind.
Splotches of raindrops spatter against the ground, the trees, the flowers, the dark surface of the flowing river.
Life bobs & bends in concert with the storm.
Afterwards, a single green oak leaf pearled with droplets of water lying on the ground.

A decapitated grey mouse lies squished on the ground, a tribe of flies works over its body & greenish guts, while a wasp works on its head a few inches away.
Baby blue dragonflies flit about in the sun.
An all white heron, startling in its brightness, watches me from the shallow water.
Yellow yarrow buds popping in the sun, announcing the zenith of summer.

A passing cloud shades the afternoon sun and suddenly the silver birch grove transforms into mystery before my eyes, silver and green and grey twitching and shuddering to the sounds of the warm breeze.
A dead dragonfly with a single iridescent wing standing straight up to the sky making rainbows in the middle of the path.
The river shimmers with afternoon light, stretching out and over to the far-away shore.
High above an eagle soars in front of bank of growing clouds.
The sharp sound of crickets rubbing their legs together in nocturnal delight.
A lone firefly snaps his tiny bulb on & off as he bobs through the long grass next to the path at dusk.

Thunder snaps.
Heavy rain.
Lightning flashes.
Thunder.
Hail slamming down from above.
Water gushing.
Lightning.
Thunder.
Trees bending.
The storm moves on.

(written on a rock in the river on the first day of Summer)

Blue & green & water reflecting the sunlight above.
The surface of the river placid & smooth.
A duck & five ducklings paddle past en route from here to there.
The air hot &still.
A white butterfly flits about in the long green grass at the river's edge.
The white butterfly visits the yellow buttercup.
The orange feet of an upside down duck makes a splash of colour in the dark river water.
Whistling above, besides, behind, beyond.
Fluff and the river flow by in the same lazy direction.
The river wrapped around my right foot, water cool then cold.

The sound of the leaves moving in the breeze from the trees in the distance.
A bird trills a whistle somewhere.
Tree leaves quivering overhead, their rustling sounds rising & falling away.
A buttercup with her five tiny perfect yellow petals.
The long grass swaying to & fro.
Two seagulls as white specks on the river in the distance.
A lone white daisy with a small black bug in its center.
An orange-breasted bird with yellow striped wings sings a strange happy song.
A small grey feather on the ground.
Clear skies as the sun sets for the night.
12/14th of a moon rises .

The river shimmers with 100, 000 sparks of light.
Fluff floats aimlessly above the surface of the water to it's own lazy rhythm.
Black birds make the most of the sunny day by singing loudly from the trees.
Long weeds like serpents slithering under the surface of the water.
Fluff floats along on the surface of the water, joined by bits of grass.
A mother mallard and her five ducklings cruise by silently.
A small school of tiny, tiny guppies play just under the surface of the water.