Lit

By mid-afternoon the clouds shared the sky with the sun they'd obscured all morning. The landscape remains green for now, as the recent rains left it, and the new oak leaves look soft, and even sound soft when the breezes flutter them. At the care home to visit mom I saw a man in a wheelchair napping alone on the sunny balcony that overlooks the parking lot and, beyond that, the small arroyo where a stream runs this time of year. Looking up at the figure almost silhouetted against the shining sky I had the thought that this was a scene such as Edward Hopper would have painted. Sad that I can't draw and that my words fell into the silence of that scene.


( Sunday Verse )