The sun smiles, forcefully examining the bitterness of the leaves
that have become crushed under the weight of the eve's rainfall.

I look on, curiously wondering
why the sun seems to give light,
to even the most shattering displays of nature's fury.

I am broken, I think
The sun has never fixed me.

outside the drops of rain evaporate steadily.
Dew, which once subsides in even the most porous of surfaces has all but disappeared,
confronted instead by a warmth as steady as the sun is iridescent.

You are an observer, I say.
Callous, cold, and unfeeling.

On the ground two squirrels fight playfully.
An acorn has fallen between the two,
and with quizzical wonderment I watch as a stalled fury erupts
into a courtship like dance of dominator versus domineered.