“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” ~ Louis Armstrong
A cryptic blending of reds, lights diminished to keep the eyes from chasing changes, we augment the chops of the frog improv with our late-night laughter on the back deck, grooving on the hunter, the dipper, and the lesser light hitting its stride. The syncopation of our daylight finds fusion blowing on the sky, modulating to a darker shade of blue.
Soft the scent of stars
Mingled jazz lofts floats above
The murmur of day
© Jilly’s 2016
Toni is tending bar over at dVerse where we are exploring how we relax on this Haibun Monday. Come join us!