sky

create in me

dewdrops

the rain made its grand exit
flourished by the pinkened sky--
it left dewdrops remnants behind.

to my love

wistful

a white picket fence--stark white in the lens of my camera.
it caught my eye.
I knew not what it was guarding
and let it remain as it was
trickling in and out of the trees.
in contrast the trees tangled the focus
from blurry to sharp
a maze of greenery
and the nest-like stillness left me
feeling quite wistful

distant

The light had almost escaped the afternoon.
Sharp in their likeness, they held fast to their post.
The sunset’s few final breaths were distant and brief.
I found the moment startlingly beautiful.