Design.

One fallen leaf, which, among the rush of a rustling many, finds a ledge, wedges there and catches time. Resting, it ever so slightly flutters and in my mind becomes a lime-leaf gem which, back-lit by summer light, shines like some divine lantern. Greenly vain, its flimsy show begins as leaf clings low then in eerie glow it slowly ^ ^ re~so~nates. Rich highlights throw a golden maze of opaque over veins of patchwork finely sewn into a mosaic which then gently ... un~du~lates .. . hypnotically. One garden leaf becomes to me a green and graphic entry into a mystic new design for my wild-garden meadow, lined with trees. A scheme which keeps intriguing me is taking shape.