the sound of footsteps
geckos scurry
into the brush
the sound of footsteps
geckos scurry
into the brush
pink clouds
warm the pavement
the air glows
strong winds
carry wildfires
closer to home
dry leaves
scatter on the sidewalk
and disappear
wind chimes
whisper a gentle
hello
the sun takes longer
to say good night
summer
sunset
heat still pulses
from the pavement
wildflowers
shrivel and dry
heat advisory
nightly news
the smell of scallions
grandma’s kitchen
hummingbird
a small friend
perched in my tree