following directions

Almost hidden in the gray of the surround of city streets a small colourful face glowed as a reminder. I had to touch it to verify it was a living object not a scuffed old plastic flower because it was growing from a tiny crack where some grass had made a reservoir of dirt. Its tenacity to endure this far into the season is a wonder.


Like mottled and broken concrete, blue and green clouds roll into the white light of dawn breaking from behind the coloured hills fading into the distance.


Taking the backwards approach to an intentional symbol of universal meaning the unreal green plant grows in spite of the placement of its roots.


Similarly clad for the season, they follow the leader south to where these feathers will spread to warmer weather.