My Backyard

When I look outside I am struck by the way the light ripples and weaves in the grass, how it becomes a metaphor for sound, a Mozart sonata for Wind. The trees sway and bow, ladies curtsying and dipping in sunlight and shade, sure footed and strong with dresses of forest and clover, amber and gold. The scene is full of movement and life …darts of ebon grey, finch brown and jayhawk blue hover and settle.
Swirls of shadow and shade, butter and gold move lazily across the yard.
While I am inside, surrounded by silence, my eyes can hear a symphony.


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