Past prime

has a particular, splendid elegance.  

 

Day and night

 and anything but opposites.  Bonded brothers:  Freddy & Fritz 

The make-believe worlds of flowers:

subtly magical.  Like the dream-time of lizards.  

When you don't quite know what

the object you are looking at is?  Step back.  Take a photo and ask yourself gentle, "what is?" 

What would you think of Mondays

 if all flowers were only in the hues of gray, black and the the occasional white?  

Let's consider

 a blue umbrella's relationship to early evening.  It is not a conversation of silence.  

Not hidden

but not in plain sight.  So where are we?  How do we know what we are seeing if the mind be preoccupied?