Recent Stars

Very like a winter night's, the sky was patchwork stars and clouds. Showers and soft mists came, and the trees dripped, but all the chill, dark hours the crickets sang of spring, however slow their beat.

Morning comes early, and a parted mass of brightened cloud passes shafts of light to kindle treetops where crows perch. Damp, the lawns, yet in shade, are deep green plush, their rising grassy scent rooted in the danker smell of soil.

Sunday morning quiet rules deserted streets, and all the silent houses await that light which now descends the trees branch by branch. Piping birds and I have the daylight world to ourselves for a while. I barely miss the night.


( Sunday Verse )

Squish

Okay, there's an ant crawling on my keyboard. If I'd started my first sentence with a "T" as I'd intended, it would have been a crushed formicid!

Anyway. The sky has cleared, and now I'm seeing a thin rind of crescent moon peeking through the pines. It reminds me that watermelons will soon be affordable. There are watermelons in the supermarkets most of the year now, but until May they are mostly the costly imported ones. Now they're getting those from the San Joaquin valley, and local melons will be in the markets very soon. Ooh, and casabas! I didn't get many casaba melons last year, so I have to make up for that.

The coolness is almost over, and probably for real this time. It's lasted longer than I'd expected, but the temperature is expected to get back up into the eighties by Tuesday. Then, of course, there's 06/06/06 coming up, when the temperature on earth is expected to reach 2,000,000 degrees F. as Hell yawns open. Once we're past that, though, things should be fine.

Time to feed the cat.