Barometric Sensors Fibonacci
Half
past
midnight
summer heat
exchanges its place
with a randy witching hour chill
shedding dewdrops upon blossoming flowers and leaves
that morph into steamy halos
while early sunrise
symphonies
of sound
hail
day.
Birds
chirp
with the
soulful grace
of Pink Floyd guitar
licks, subtle, twisted notes hanging
like a lingering stranger at a concession stand
till crescendos alter tempos
noon shade advances
and twilight
vigils
come
forth.
