There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.

The sky was so blue today
Invited doilies of clouds to play
The humid conditions stepped back
As seagulls took up the slack
Then Terns screeched and dove
Like the many high roads
Of play before the day turned to black


Then evening shadows like shades
Pulled down for the end of the day
As hyper paces slowed down
The shadows reached for the ground
Then silence was broken
When whispers were spoken
Faint heartbeats were earth's only sound.

copyright 2007
Susan Kathryn de Vegter