roiling clouds embrace
looming peaks of shrouded pines:
                               flares of light crackle.

Sun's heat, shadow's chill,
haunt the early morning trail
     through glowing pine-land.

As the sun descends
   hummingbirds flit to their roosts -
      dusk's sweet air lulls me.
(For Tom - he had an idea and asked me to help)