Small Stones 1-4

Red tailed hawks

parasail

over my

vermillion horizon,

almost touching

the clouds

that float

in their cerulean wash.

Salvia, sage, santolina

humbly obedient to rains kiss

their sharp, pleasant smells

rising under the crescent moon

Wintertime windowsill

cultivating pelargoniums

sensual aroma

 to keep my thumb green

Sunlightrays of crimson red,
then honey gold,
create mesmerizing shadows...
to cheer me up this morning.