Blindingly, a light—
sleeping blossoms awaken;
spring is in the air.
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Nightfall
Alone together,
drinking a sunset cocktail,
my tree and I watch.
Life
In darkness or light,
air and moisture feeding us,
like mushrooms we grow.
Dying light
The sun disappears;
lights in street corners come on,
magic in between.
Weed
Boomers of gardens;
weeds of all shapes and sizes—
there’s not mushroom left.
