bolts of thunder

sweetly maligning

the ruin of song

light has been granted,

my green lovelies, and I hope

you drank up your fill

but Mama’s got to cover

the windows, shutter every blind

it’s just too warm,

the day, already, is stiflingly hot

~ for Shelly

its shoots, hot-summer starshine

green tendrils, fleshy spokes

a friendship token, gifted with love

we have no choice

eat the heat

succumb to the sultry

and try to remain patient

as we wait for autumn’s bliss

steeped in the deep shade

of our honey locust & Chanticleer pear,

I set the hose nozzle to SHOWER

and give the hostas a good long drink

mindless tasks, so perfect

for one’s brain to ruminate —

or rest, as the spirit moves you

this morning, mine does a little

bit of both which suits me just fine

binoculared-vision

of evening silhouettes

*

as Canada geese

congregate

*

on the fairway,

the handsome backdrop

*

of terraced fields

in the distance

*

summer days

already contracting

*

as the slow race

to autumn begins