Mountains are the
Lamborghini of weather --
from gray and dismal to
gloriously sunny
and back again
in record time.
It may rain and the droplets
burn off before noon,
leaving no trace of
the gloom.
One day may feel
multiple ways before
the sun goes down.
The human mind isn't
built for such whiplash
emotional experience.
A squirrel sat straight upon a dirt mound.
It could survey the woods for miles around.
Holding an acorn like a microphone,
The rodent seemed to be deep in the Zone.
Perhaps comedy stylings or folk songs?
But it just chewed its nut loud and long.
birdbath grows from
fungus on a dead log;
flitting sparrow
is disappointed to find
no water remains within.
Winter plum blossoms
try to trick mind and eye;
cold fingers won't buy.
Spring waterfall
grows by the day as ice --
somewhere -- shrinks.
some love cherries;
some, blossoms; some, Fall leaves.
who loves trunk & branch?
sparrow finds food
among well-trod cobbles,
then flits into blur.
city landscapers
find year-round blooms for planters,
but I'll await
the wildflowers that grow
way up on the hillside.
The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.
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