Beautiful Flutterby, black velvet and orange

Spinning aimlessly in the street with broken wing

Sorrow for beauty broken and dying

But I can't end the misery, guilty feeling as I walk away

****

Robin's Egg, Baby, Pastel, nor Cornflower

The blue of the sky today defies description

No artist's palette could ever come close

To Mother Nature's range of pigment

***

My arms and legs swing in cadence morning workout

Feet crunch on packed earthen path, breathing in time

My eyes, ears, mouth, nose insulted by swarming gnats

No need for protein supplement later today (ick!)

**

The chimes ring pleasantly, hanging from the eaves

Their song changes often with the whim of the breeze

Simple tones and music wafting

Wonderful tones to read and bask by

First and second for me. Hard to be the one to put any wild thing out for good, so to speak. And Nature's palette is hard to capture, beat for its subtle reality.

It's the second one for me, as I am fond of blue, and can never find the words - there are no words - for a shade you love.

The sofit hanging over the tellers's windows barely
clears his head. His shoes are like...
a clown's inflated shoes. I and all in line
don't stare! sneak a sidelong peak. What? 7 feet? More?

So now they have the stroller too, and
the carrier, and car seat all in one -
set up, sitting there, chocolate & strawberry
just waiting for her arrival: her coach awaits her.
~~~

The first son had the lead, but the last
one was a finisher. For ten years, the first
one surged ahead, kicked dust, then shortened stride.
Now the last one wants to leave his ass behind.
~~~

When you need four, and you're short one.
you can bluff. I'm not so good
at that. Instead, I leave you
with a rain check. My credit's good.

Good credit to you with these, Westerly.

Nicely compact colorful slices of life. Love the third. Race is never won early on...,.

Nice, Westerly. Funny, too. I sometimes have a problem with the fourth....you did a nice job of finishing!

Around the pit flow costumes and

wine gathers in the embers of

the lives that touch each

hand as they meet

LOL and OMG become

the language of the ages while

the elders strain to

hear

Perched high

Horizon low

The dog with wings

is our protector

The fire circle:

a culture of the ages,

history springing to

life