Like clockwork
the rains come late.
Vanilla yogurt clouds
deepen to ripe blueberry.
Winds whip debris
into whirling harlequins
spinning upward through
the crowns of trees
where birds weave in and out
of wicker stems their feathers
dripping pearls of dew
into waxy beds of leaves.
Higher squirrels hover in rattan
dreys awaiting signs of inky  shadows
venturing into mottled rays
of dancing puddles and glistening blades
that spring erect from the
sweet potpourri of earth.

 

Summer Garden from Star tribun

 

waxing summer

 

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