Browns to yellows to yellow-greens and mostly deep greens cover the life-giving, moist loam.
Leaf patterns seem infinite in attempts to effectively capture life-maintaining solar energy.
Innumerable leaves, and branches with leaves, jut out
from St. Augustine, crape myrtles, persimmons, figs, thirteen pecan trees, and other flora
in efforts to get their just share.
The only easily visible animal life are numerous tiny ants scurrying over these old cream-colored bricks.
A gnarled old broken oak branch lies near my bare feet filled with hol(e)y evidence of life bygone.
pbm
( 7 S’s / VV->^^ )
