White fence

White fence
Take me home
The moon is hidden

Night flow

Currents of cool night air
And rising warmth from cupped coco
Eddy against my cheek.
There, the moon reveals and hides its face
Behind dancer's threadbare silk clouds.
An owl's call reaches out,
Seeping into the deep silence.

Activity

Washing sloshing,
Soup simmering,
Expectant visitors travelling.
Sun streaming in on the
Warm buttery fullness.

Icy Development

Rising up from the bottom of the window,
A city skyline of ice crystals.

Lit up

A house on the hill ablaze.
The sun has risen.

Kissed Leaves

Frost veiled leaves
Arch against the cold and
Sparkle with sun kisses.

Wind Driven Leaves

Crisp fallen leaves swirling

Sharp hair-pin bends.

Catch my eye.