it’s June; the longest day of year; peaches melt into my mouth; sun-soaked is the porch
early morning light; the wind ruffles through the leaves of the evergreen trees
I go out a bit late, still, I’m greeted by daylight lingering at dusk
early birds sing early songs; bright light shines, bright twilight crawls
heavy eyelids, crackling of a little candle, shine of the crescent moon, scent of Japanese orchid
crushed cherries all across the pavement and the dying light of shortened day
Sunrise. A glowing ray touches a little lamb sleeping on the soft grass.