Muggy August morn;
Clouds in the sun splotched gray sky.
The shadows seem moist.

Puffballs on a stump--
Light beige on the dead dark wood.
The two states of brown.






Small asters peek out,
Maybe to grab some sunshine.
They seem very shy.

A jogger runs by,
Her feet slap the hard gray road.
Is she having fun?



Brown maple leaves lie;
All that's around them is green.
Prophets of the fall.

Flying grasshopper
Stops still, then flutters upward
Spreading zebra wings.

Two dark mounds of rock
Sit still facing each other.
Will they come to life?

Mini white flowers
Hide together in a bunch
Each petal unique.