"Spring Time in Texas"

 

            If I could, I’d pause this time of year and let it linger for month after month. The cooler nights mean I slide my windows open and slumber with scents of honeysuckle and rose. My air conditioner stands silent and still as soft breezes waft into each room. Outside, a polarized filter refines leaves, deepens the sky to cerulean, and cuts daylight and shadow into razor-sharp relief. A trip down any road takes me to fields of wildflowers, a photographer’s paradise. Point and shoot. Perfect moments stretch out eternally.

Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Verbena"

 

            A lone seed surrounded by stones. With stubborn strength and survival’s goal, this isolated weed flowers on the side of the road. A single splash of purple and green stands against white and cream rocks. Boldly sprouting while separated from other blossoms.

            A few steps down the road, a pair commutes under a cedar tree. Resilient among the rocks, their simple blooms draws attention. Up along the dry creek bed, rests a cluster of verdant emerald with pinker tones flowers within last winter’s grasses.

 

Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman