She gathers dandelions for a new herbal tea. While I muddle words, photographs, and impressions to craft an epiphany among the ephemora.
The last robins and chicadees could care less. Their evening song carries on.
a clouded sunset
among the dogwood bloom
for dVerse Poets Quadrille #56– Muddle, pubtended by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo)
Real Toads’ Camera Flash, imagined by Kerry O’Connor