ThursdayI July

Your eye caught the light.
In the darkest part it showed.
A large white dove soared,
Circling a patch of scrubby park-green.
A diamond-shaped kite billowed
Red and green on the blue sky.
She flew to the central oak tree.
Its leaves as dark as the tree was old.
Her phosphorescent glow,
Flashed between each leaf.
Where the sun already dwelled.
In the darkest part they showed.