Summer rain.

Clouds drift slowly over the sky, coalescing into dark piles of shapeless grey, the wind picks up, rustling through the trees, and rain begins to sift down almost inperceptively as the ground smells of dampness and  sparkles with wetness.

New leaves.

The old tree drops its leaves the ground slowly turns brown, but now the tree looks renewed , sparkling in tender bright green shoots, it too will enter the new year full of energy and vitality, so have a good last day of the year and a great New year to grow all that love…

…in the moonlight…

heat overwhelms, imagination flickers in the three quarter moons light; I sleep into new words, frases pile jagged into the night dreams melt into realities waters drift away and I run to get them but they move faster I awake drenched in sweat.