night fall

dusk settles...leaving streaks across the sky...
and darkness sets in encompassing the story book moon.

a field of white speckles

a field of little bursts of white...waiting for the day they become what they are meant to be...

a golden sky

the day is closer to being over...but a brief moment of warmth
spreads across the prairie

and lands on our shoulders

reminding ourselves... 'nothing golden can last'

purple populating

weeks have past and purple has flourished..

beginning with the delicate violets.
the ground warms..
and the irises pop from the grass.
and just as summer begins to set in..
a breeze of the sweet smell of lilacs brushes your face..
and the world seems to stop for a moment.