Beneath willow boughs
Stirring in an easy breeze
We’re a feast for fleas
Beneath willow boughs
Stirring in an easy breeze
We’re a feast for fleas
Like sloughing a cloak
Or kicking blankets aside
Humidity falls
Allowing Autumn breezes
To elicit grateful sighs
A lavender mist
Rises above emerald seas
Virginia pasture
If your clothes are soaked
And there has been zero rain,
It must be summer.
Scarlet Taniger
Joyously returns; exclaims,
Summer has arrived!
Here in high summer
Again, the ground is whitened
This time by clovers
Fed by the snows and petals
Fallen here before.
Let’s share this place together
Unmoving in sultry air.
Fog swirls like breakers
Around the feet of all these
Hilltops like islands
The soup here is thick
Beneath this dishwater sky
Awaiting Autumn
I must remember
to savor this savage heat,
bask within its balm,
against the coming biting,
cold of winter’s bone deep ache.
We meager mortals
were not bred to consume this
pea-soup atmoshere
Like a line in sand
Water on the pavement
Wet here, dry just there.
A sudden red flash,
too small for a cardinal,
flew summer’s herald