The gift of an evening walk

 unexpected -- the brains of tree stump.

The large and the small inhabit

the same landscape.  A black-headed sparrow on the lawn bowling court.  Mind you, the sparrow is louder

 

Life

hanging in the balance.  Thus, the month ends.

 

Dry sailing

 is not the night sailing of dreams.  Much akin to writing poetry, I'd say. 

Is it a decision or indecision:

 crossing into the void.  I was there to witness the outcome as were Freddy & Fritz, the brother cats.  

Only one word captures this moment:

resolute

 

Light, one of the finest painters,

can take your breath away.  I'm grateful for breath's return.