Just a Leaf

The sun has begun its art class. The progress is good. Alas! Dusk occupies the place. The piece is incomplete.

Flowers can be strange! Sometimes, they too want a change. They turn leaflike. 

In need of a translator... with knowledge of leaf language to express my situation. Looking forward to a few drops, now and then, which will bring back the hidden green.

Heat waves continue. Shiny  green bits gently sway... playing 'pretend rain.'

                                            L                                   e                                   a                                   f                                opens                        new book. Old                     chapters flip past.                     Vibrant harmony,                      cheery freshness,                      sunlit splendour,                       wholesome  ties,                            safe haven,                                green                                  play                                   m                                    a                                     t                                     e                                     s.                                                                        

In green or in shades of yellow-brown, whether single or as a collective eyes tend to pause awhile, to absorb the riveting beauty of things far far removed from the unnatural.

Scorching heat pummels. Spunky leaves in rehearsal mode. Dress-up day begins.                

                  Sun ups the lever.       Green leaf uses sign language.                 Refreshing eye balm.