Born under a sapphire sky in early September,
fresh wash hung drying by a light, fall breeze that day,
birds vied for seeds from a feeder and a cat laid curled in the sun.
The house kept five of us now and the backyard was our playground.
Two of us would sit on the back steps, perusing the loftiness of the
Australian Pine, the shapes in the clouds and the back woods.
This beauty was in deep contrast to the darkening, indigo storm within.
De is our host for Poetics over at dVerse Poets Pub…come join us for a mid summer prompt.
