Time always

 an exquisite painter.

A beautiful blue triangle

 sharing space with a living concrete wall.  The life force astonishes as does an azure sky.  

A quiet moment:

nothing like it.

 

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.