Sunday, September 18, 2016

Summer







summer evening –
headlights stutter
through the pasture fence







lilac shadows
scale the garden wall;
slip off into the woods








lonely evening –
pansies tremble
under the attic fan









he looks perplexed –
the scarecrow
chest deep in the river’s flood













sultry afternoon –
the tumult of rain
upon my umbrella









in the darkening yard,
the sun strikes
the cockscomb’s red











unlatched gate –
the goat eating
the scarecrow’s hat



















we celebrate the equinox –
the sun remains
above it all










pale moon –
the sun-bleached bones
of a sparrow














whatever the weather,
his soft smile –
the buddha in the garden




















boating the oars,
the moon floats
unperturbed









morning stiffness –
the scarecrow
wears my cowboy shirt














hillside boulders –
my folded hands
in meditation
















in the lush grass lying –
just so, one day,
in my coffin















up from the sea,
glistening,
the moon










balmy night –
the full moon smeared
by the gauze of a cloud














halfway home
through the sorghum field,
it begins to rain















the creak of the swing
silences
the hot afternoon













the flood has lodged the moon
in the lower branches
of an oak














summer dusk –
the hollow taps
of a woodpecker

















in the gloaming,
fireflies
switch on and off

















grandpa’s fiddle –
to and fro,
the porch swing












lazy day –
the long rumble
of a small plane













clouds roam the blue –
the cornstalks
bend and whisper











the child on my shoulders
reaches
for the fireworks














a hat covers his face –
a picnicker
in the tree shade












hiking through town –
a woman in a swing
waves back














ripples of wind –
trees shush
the twittering birds















gas station;
I choose an Orange Crush –
the heat!













roadside table –
honeybees explore
a spilled cola















summer day –
an old man carves
his grandson a cane flute














picnic on the lawn –
a boy shows me
his broken kite












cut flowers
have withered
at the roadside cross









ah, the heat!
ants trek a joint
in the concrete drive













o sparrow, who cares for thee?
even the birders
seek rarities
















vast blue sky
charted by the grid
of my window screen














she walks
the summer street
in and out of shadows

















the old man
shares his lunch
with the sparrows




















making the day hotter –
the rattle
of a timber snake













lonely night –
the owl in the woods
shifts steadily northward













 back home again –
the porch swing
weeps beneath me











national anthem –
beyond the scoreboard
a rising moon














summer’s end –
cumulous flowering
above the shorn fields
















full moon –
even the dilapidated barn
looks majestic
















fording the stream,
they take all day –
the tree shadows
















housebound –
in the falling rain,
the sounds of a river
















in the high meadow,
horses graze –
a day moon













making the day hotter –
the jangle
of an ice cream truck














clear summer nights –
the shifting of shadows
on the moon’s face















heavy downpour –
from the porch stepping
into the quiet













one light on –
a screen porch
floats in the midnight vale













rooftop party;
beyond the strung lights,
a summer moon










crossing together
pond and sky –
two moons














after the frog’s leap,
silence returns
to the old pond















a heavy fog
bends the willows,
grays the distant pines
















summer twilight –
the scarecrow
chirruping!

















young lovers in the rain –
when was the last time
I got soaked?



















running ahead to the lake,
following me home –
my shadow









lonely evening –
a summer downpour
engulfs the house











sultry afternoon –
the distant thunder
makes me drowsy


















grasping
at a dewdrop –
these bent fingers










day’s end –
the tree shadows are soft
on the old barn










high, thin clouds
smudge the fern shadows
on the garden wall
















sidewalk cafe –
sharing a table
with a bottlefly









the moon under sail,
gazing back
upon a wake of stars












between Cassiopeia
and me –
fireworks!













a shingled beach –
the moon speaks
under my feet





















at the feathery end
of a dream –
the crowing cock




















wildwood twilight –
the lake absorbs
the rushing stream













lush garden;
a blue sky
in the birdbath

















late summer –
the last of the sun
in a dangling poplar leaf
















evening
has drained the color
from the pines















hot day –
the screen door’s
creak and slam














mild day –
tree shadows sweep
the garden path











rains have left
the river swollen –
a late summer moon



























on a small rise
the summer green
studded with tombstones














fine brushstrokes –
pine needle shadows
on the garden wall













filling our senses –
a summer
city downpour









a footpath
through the paddock –
the smell of early dew










late summer –
seedpods rattle
on the mimosa















evening shadows –
the broken trail
of a firefly




















blackbirds arranged
on the power lines –
the wind’s song












on the pine table –
assorted wildflowers
in a mason jar












unscathed, the moon
emerges
from a summer storm












beyond the fence,
a young horse
races with my automobile










 thick woods;
the sky
follows the river














abandoned house –  
the summer heat,
inside and out













 above the flood,
a dusty 
moon























absorbing the sunlight,
glowing in the dark -
fireflies













night and day,
the fireflies
on and off
















lunch in the park –
tossing our leavings
to the fat ducks














late summer -
copper wishes collect
at the bottom of the well













to and fro,
the tractor chugs –
summer moon

































  







summer day –
beyond the paper shades,
sparrows chirrup












 bream fishing –
a brief shower
roughens the lake










a thick woods;
the sound of rain
in the unseen river




















taking its time –
the moon
to cross the river










boating the oars –
the pond whispers
in the light rain










here and there, fireflies;
this day, too,
has come to an end










midsummer night –
in the river current,
a misshapen moon











after
the thunderstorm,
lightning bugs 










through the window screen,
the cooling
sound of rain










in the feed shed –
the first rattle of rain
on the tin roof













lonely evening –
thunder
rattles the windows













  



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