Hues

Brown season is here

There’s smoke on the horizon

We must mend the roof

White snow still on peaks

Summer thirsts for its melting

Let’s clean the windows

Orange Navels are eaten

Valencia’s unfavored

What of the apples?

Red flowers open

Pomegranates in waiting

We must make sun tea

Pink roses whisper

Bougainvilleas scream color

Pastels still enchant

Spring’s colors faded

Summer blooms now in season

Seedlings need water

Epi’s bloom briefly

Cactus flowers much the same

I must call my Friends