Night now dips as it
nears its end.
Watch it change shapes.
Each color
had its own moment.
Some lasted
months; some days; but
there was one —
through endless time,
self-seeding —
wild gold-dust stars.
. . . . .
Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Sources: Nature’s Finest Seed;
Juanita Witkop Photography
Process: Redact, remix, montage