Morning…
Yellow flower-dandelion-clovers-weeds, speargrass
That rooster crowing by the shed
Small tree-purple flowers
Cars on the highway
Yellow stars on green grass space
Tiny moth flying below the tops of grass-unseen & secret
Lines of trees-leafless, still asleep
Birds chirp and sing, unseen
Dandelions gone to seed
Vulture, distant, glides horizon wind
Pink flowers beyond the ditch, beyond reach
Stands of bluebonnet
Chilly breeze, gray skies, colors fading in the haze
Mockingbird silently flies between two trees
Afternoon…
Wasp buzzing under canopy,
Killdeer flying over ditch
Smoke from behind the trees, campfires in the air
Purple blossom tree
Ant mound pressed against cracked concrete
Ants stream from invisible holes
Airplane cuts gray sky
Buildings through the trees
Donkey brays, rooster crows
Tiny blue flowers in the grass-invisible from six feet up
Crisp on the grass, old leaves-autumn leftovers-punctuate the ground
Burnt leaf smoke carries on the wind
Drills call cadence while a tiny spider climbs a blade of grass
Chipped bark on live oak
Soft moss on the lower trunk, bird’s nest in the branches
Light green, spring leaves sway
Grass, tired and old, hasn’t started growing yet
In the distance a pile of rocks explode with purple flowers, yellow centers
Alone in the field, a daisy, lost in prairie sea
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Too frequently I look instead of seeing.
James, you’ve been gone a while, so it was time to tag you with a meme to get you back here and writing. See http://strangenessofheather.blogspot.com/2008/05/stolen-meme.html for details.