I’m reminded of texture
Today, as light reflects.
Off grass stalks straight,
Cedar hedges scaled wild.
And context –
The here now why how.
How narrative weaves
The text of texture, context.
The lightness, darkness, in between,
Gives voice to both.
Or rather all.
The here now why how.
Those stories and feelings,
Reflecting more.
As days lengthen,
Grass quickens,
Cedars continue to add history,
The here how, why now?