The light part is anchored, rooted in the sun. 6-25-26
Soft air.
Soft clouds.
Chickadee's quiet words
reflect off the water in the blue bowl,
dance with the shimmering light
on dogwood's leaves. 6-25-26
The dusty bee busy with the
rosy sharons does not notice
the hole in the sky. 6-25-26
My rising catches her eye,
the lovely doe, but her warm eyes
do not find me
behind hickory's reflection. 6-26-26
Two colors on the threaded Hibiscus--
pink and lavender.
A blending of threads, lineages. 6-26-26
