The wind streams through the top of the tall tree, shaking it's leaves in the pre-dawn light.
The Lord of Life rises slowly, illuminating the tops of things first with rich, warm light.
A loft of pigeons curves overhead on it's early morning flight.
The vegetation is starting to look withered & dry.
Tinting has begun.

Pink marbled skies.
A lone crow sits on the very top branch of a green tree, crying out his morning prayers.
The sun rises, and slips behind a veil of clouds.
Birds go about their business accompanied by song.
The dark blue sky before the night descends.

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.