Meditating on the summer voice

Contemplating the lazy hum of bees aloft

In their hunt for nectar among the fading blooms

Sleepy lizards crawl through crackling undergrowth

Birds chirp wearily in the shady trees

Venturing out occasionally for seed or bug

Then back to shelter again

Summer’s voice grows harsher

With each passing year

Choking on poison

Coughing up carbon

Harsher but weaker until the inevitable end

Meditating on the summer voice

How much longer will it be

Before there is silence