A River of Stones - First week of July

A feral rose bush
Like a red street light
Arresting the eye.

Olive trees like tango partners
Frozen in their dancing throes.



Pitter-patter in the garden
Wet paw tattoos on the kitchen tiles.

Pyrolysis
I watch fat particles
Explode in pin point fireworks

Storms roll in, bearing scents
Hot tarmac and fig trees, pepper.



The stormy sky puts on a freak show
Teal tainted clouds over a greenish sky.

Each grain of sand a unique treasure
A small, delicate yet sturdy universe stuck between our toes.