For the past few weeks,
the skies, the vines, and I,
have been playing a little game.
We get an early start;
seconds after sunrise, to be precise.
Prince Richard, albeit, a curious cat,
is no early bird, so he sits out the first round.
To the east, the sky is awakened
with orange juice clouds.
Within seconds, they morph into fluffy,
floating, scrambled eggs.
Northerly, and a few moments later,
it is blindingly bright, and not a cloud in sight!
Hanging geraniums lift their droopy heads
and sneak a peek at the vines below,
where rays of sunlight streak the land,
like amber strokes of a ghostly hand.
Vines, in various stages, mingle with
olives, oranges, lemons, and walnuts,
and circulate the space.
Cretan leaves in October light,
mimic Canadian emblems,
and thus, my memory delight.
My one and only maple steals the show
amid millions of Cretan competitors below.
Yet, soon enough autumn's hues
will yield to winter's sparser views,
and a lazy feline of sharp eye
will be too late to play 'I spy'!
Thanks for visiting!
All images: Poppy View