sunlight splashes prisms of light filtered through dappled leaves
brilliant movements flash in shaded glens caressing greens pale and rich
the stalwart trees sensing change they murmur sighs responding as moving wind chimes, softly rustling, the sound of air itself
do the boughs creak from breeze or delight? yet creak they do sensing welcome rain or blasts of wind take your pick it matters not
sunlit water casts its crystalline brilliance awash the dampened sand waves as ripples stroke the shore each so gentle they tickle the foot sounds like the plucking of an old guitar, broad lapping vibrations footprints barely visible on the firm bank spoke of a passing soul, minutes or hours earlier among the towering grasses, movement sweeps the stillness flickers of iridescence as the hummingbird pauses mid-flight for a sip from the silken white cups of the twisting vining morning glories
that clutch and ensnare the spires of grass for a second you witness the pulsation of wings a blur the body indigo to aqua, violets pale deepen to lush purple gone in a flash was he ever truly there? it does not matter, soon the sweep of the dragonflies two together dance the same dance as they have since the beginning of time pulsating their wings, air acrobatics in unity creating yet another generation of life summer days languid and serene yet long and robust scents sweetly potent and hearty, abundant blooms abound
bees productively collecting the pollen to nurture the hive buzzing along
diligently they work, no fear the riot of colors, a circus of movement they twist and sway with the flowing air not the heat of august when it becomes a task to just settle and sweat flows but late june when life is young and reborn for a new season crowding the air, water, and ground loudly pronouncing we live, and time has no meaning, for we exist now birds twittering so loudly as if to say, look out i am here! swooping to and fro and life is grand see me fly and you cannot! waters reflecting the rays as the sun rises to unsurpassed heights golden sparkles, rippling glimmer upon its surface flames luminous, shimmer as mirrors cast into a bonfire reflections of light whirling create a life upon the water for as long as the sun holds her place high in the sky as she lowers her life-giving head to embrace sleep it appears that she has chosen this place, this water to slumber, the hours immersed in the liquid itself ending for the moment the radiance of a summer day
tony scarpa 6/29/2018
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