A small arc of sun
stands above the trees
Like the tufts of hair
that give away the
hiding boy who can’t
judge hairdo height.
The next time I turn around,
I see Sun -- fully out and
stalking up behind me,
looming larger.
Morning Glories sit,
coolly, in the shadow of
Mexican Sunflowers.
the sun is low,
but then it never gets high
this time of year.
Autumn sun sets, painting sky & river -- all else is black.
a dog day ends, pine needles silhouetted against orange sky.
low afternoon sun makes the old mountains look crisply creased.
the sun so bright
that not only water glows
but, also, the sand
