Thursday

Skies flatten out and drain of colour as the evening arrives.
Snow undoes itself, leaving little but muck.
Old snow and dim light marry and produce an unremarkable child.

Monday

A crow cries somewhere just before dawn.
Heavy warm rain falls for a while, the stops.
Ozone sweetens the air.
Long lines of white surf breaking against the endless shore.
Dark eagles with wide curved wing tips soaring silently over the Pacific Ocean.
Hibiscus flowers in yellow and white popping from thick foliage.
A lone dog strolls the expansive beach.
A pale bleached out sun slowly sets on the western horizon, fresh, sharp ocean air flies in as well.
1/2 waxing moon hangs in the empty twilight sky.

Sunday

Heavy tropical rain washing all over everything all at once.
Lush, humid air filled with life.
Cats roaming across the wet ground.
Pale, misty islands dotting the dark surface of the ocean.
Tall palms with smooth trunks glistening.

Thursday

Flicking striped snails off the wet path into the long grass after the rain.
The bleached, boney carcass of a dead tree, stripped and spindly like skeleton fingers, picking at the heavy wet air around it.
The roses arrive over night, fat fragrant flowers as pink flags announce their return.
(written in the time of roses)
Charcoal rain clouds and afternoon rain mix lovingly for a while.
Venus in/on full bright shine, steady and mindful in the western sky.


Sunday

Lilacs saying yes and making today a little bit more.
Tulips bob to their own jazz.
Venus as soprano singing out on high.

Friday

White apple blossoms carpet the trees roots like snow.
Lilacs punch the day.
Reclining at the base of a birch tree, in  an birch grove, at sunset, on a small island.
Dandelions fringe a thousand yellow tulips.

Thursday

New leaves as verdant canopy, finally.
Lilac Days, temporarily.
Clean crisp wind skims the surface of sunny things.
Branches sway with the heavy sweetness and annual perfection of Early Japanese Summer ( 06 May - 05 Jun).
Rose villages everywhere gear up for next months' show.

Saturday

Tender, tiny green leaves in furled form run along the thorny stalks of the rose bush village.
Strong sunlight and and bottomless blue sky own the day above.
The high dirty hill hiding an icy frozen core guards the horizon.

Friday

Wind blows from right to left.
Small waves on the river move from left to right.
Grey herons fly north,(right to left) close to the surface of the water.
Fuzzy feather grass bobs in the wind.
A brown marmot forages in the long grass.
Chickadees bop about.
Moon waxes.
Venus rises.