Under the covers
Cold and damp, gray. The end of May?
Even flowers hide.
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Gold hued light, ancient
Arches over narrow streets,
Full moon overhead.
Rolling hills, houses
Clustered, warm colors, dark
Narrow points of trees
Blue sky emerging
Wind is brisk, whiffs of roses
And bacon cooking.
Alpine to arid
Velvet green to olives, palms
Mountain’s other side.
Low hanging clouds, mist
Against velvet green, rising
In soft, gentle hills.
Fresh greens, early light
Trees muffle road sounds, birds sing
Happily, content.
Days grow longer, light
Comes earlier. Easier
Waking in warmth, light.
Daily writing not
So easy, words, ideas
Can often fail me
Shimmering gold sky
Light awash with rosy pink
Magic hour, sunset.
Just before the sun
The birds sing their songs, as they
Respond back and forth
Time Flies Like an Arrow 