Picking petal
letting go of grasp
Feeling second after softness
Observing its dappled spots
Like a baby deer in a beech forest

Picking leaf
glowing green waves bouncing away
at the end of a long day

It is orchid hour of purples and pinks and
the waves scatter silver mercury moon drops atop the grass;

now the amphibious bull frog basses join a chorus of grasshoppers tuning their bow legs while the stars come in to focus through spy glass fingers.

All of this smeared under a blue canvas sky with clouds that are obviously paint.