Do trees have a longing

for the first day of school?  We know trees are seasonally-smart and possess to wisdom to embrace change.

Clear view of sunset

with a looming sense of poppies on the horizon.  Tell me, are you just waking up or are you beginning to dream.  The first line of a novel is waiting to hear from you.   

Night and light --

including solar -- are fine, collaborative painters.  

 

Sunset striking Mt Diablo

 One can hope for the best -- again.  Probably a good idea to skip the evening news.  

Of course,

Cohen's "Bird on a Wire" comes to mind.  I'm thinking of this dove as a dangling particle in a much too cumbersome sentence.  
 

Separation

Mind the spines.  The fruit is so luscious, worth the risk of being impaled.  

 

At night the stars come out

to greet the moon.  All is well.  Or seemingly so.

 

These are no roses

 Do not smell them.  However, from a measured distance they are so easy to fall in love with.  

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. 

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.  

Yes, dear Eleanor,

carnations -- especially purple-tipped ones, love to draw. Especially with sumi ink.   This fact is not widely known.  And who you ask who is "dear Eleanor?"   Stay tuned.  Be watchful.  

Returning to a place,

I love:  Benicia.  Eighteen mile drive and a world apart.  There is magic and solace about lapping water.  Decay has its beauty and often holds its history tenderly.