When SF invites sunshine

 the city and all its inhabitants including yellow-eyed poppies sparkle.  

Do you every wonder

what evening wishes to read?   

 

Some sacred places

 are a combination of the geographically-identifiable and the rooted in dreams.  

Let's celebrate

 the great succulent in the sky.  Let's honor its fractal nature.  

What does a bird know

of paradise?  

 

A solo dancer on a hill

Here's to a spot of dancing every day.  Here's to remembering Ann.  

 

All flowers are a center of light, don't you think?

Have you ever thought, the center of a morning glory is a similar to a petite flashlight?