Day sheds its sheath of light, the skin of things a wisp, a wreath, every blade clinging to the flare once pulsing within. As shadows climb the hill, the heavens spin anew. Caught in their swivel, a luminous planet or two. Below thrive thistle, laurel, sage, manzanita, sumac and rue. Breeze brushes their gilded shafts. … Continue reading Chaparral Sunset