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
Light shimmers on the
Lake, hills rise and fall as they
Flow to the water
Bright white, silver inside
Billows of light against blue
Move across the sky
White foam swirls around
Rocks, green trees reflected in
The turquoise waters
Time Flies Like an Arrow 