Month: August 2017

August 31st

crushed cherries all across the pavement and the dying light of shortened day

August 28th

yellow grass and burning sun over its shoulder summer saw weather cones filled with chill.

August 24th

The conversations we had under the fig tree linger in the heat.

August 23rd

The air is fresher on the top of a pine tree. Its branches shed sunlight.

August 22nd

Afternoon. Wild geese across the sky while I softly fall asleep.

August 20th

In the morning chill muted crisp of fallen leaves. Dawn peeps through the trees.

18th August

Skies of pale grey. Wind raises the tablecloth. Rain in my champagne.