This will be a week of seeing night skies shot through with neon sprays of light accompanied by gasps and ahs as dramatic firework displays entertain crowds while smaller scale backyard pyrotechnics fizzle and pop.
I love better, bursts of bloom from our garden
crepe myrtle trees heavy with crinkly scarlet clusters
lifted against snowy clouds
free-floating in cerulean sky
I love better,stars blazing
in the heart of a morning glory
Too, the tall spires of indigo salvia,
fragrance from tiny white spears of sweet almond
seed fronds of native grasses waving and dancing
afternoon breezes coaxing music from wind chimes
You lift my heart today. Thank you.
Thank you, Sonja. You honor me by reading and always warm my heart with your comments.