Summer (Mother Nature's Way)

Summer

 

 

Humming in the blue

The plane and bird

The honey bee

Humming in the grasses

Rasping and whispering heard

Not far,

An anxious city siren passes

Whining of machinery

Click and hum: air condition

Many-legs and two feet

Living on the surface

Harmoniously.

 

How small the Earth is –

A tiny globe, with drops of browning

sea.

 

 

Delicate, uncertain spring is

past

Hot, lush grass bursts forth

Heat presses cheeks

Licking humid limbs

Fern uncurls

   Slow opening up

      Reach to touch

         Rush of sap...

Pop

Opening lily bud

Pistils dangle, quaking

Pollen dusting; sticking,

smearing

Drowsy bees

Sup nectar drops

Fat, guiltless summer

Spills abundant seeds

    And sated, sleeps

      Beneath the leafy trees.

 

By Anonymous.