Blooming

evening sit.

wondrous day, sun and clouds and rain and sun and breezes. wandered the yard at twilight. such life everywhere, springing up out of the air. the birches across the yard sang the wind's song. my pine's branches, thick with needles, were soft green clouds. the boy and the dog were content to be out eternally, as was i.

tonight i loved the newly open space around our land, the big sky it allows, the communities of trees seen from a distance.

the yellow carpets of dandelions have turned gray, sending their seeds out for the next generation. apples are in full bloom, white petals and all the air around them infused with sweetness.