A hint of pink
in a world of blue
promises
delicate hues
through twilight hours
as light shades
slide into dark
and mountain peaks
are swallowed
by stars
Startled still
a moment’s pause
you have
my full attention
a warning made
and ears prick
as frozen muscles
twitch
and senses expand
to seek out
what is
being missed
First harvests
are sparse
but healthy
with lush leaves
filled
with cleansing goodness
A gift
bestowed
upon the caretaker
that tends
to her needs
from one season
to the next