Scraps of Sunshine 1 through 6
Sitting idle in the late afternoon,
sifts dust motes through the window.
The adolescent morn sulks about
trying to hide its natrually smiling face
by hiding behind the skirts
of clouds dressed for rain.
The hour of winter is late;
The faded sun hangs onto the southern sky
By a slender silken thread.
Brazen poppies, rushing the season,
strumpeting across the hillsides
shaming the grass.
Puffs of dandelion clouds hover above the sod;
toss grayed heads in the breeze;
loose the bonds of earth.
Ocean-born wind nudges dunes
into ever-changing patterns,
chanting a mantra of forever as it goes.
© 2-10-90 C. Elizabeth Carl
© 5-6-10 C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias