In early summer, the wood is filled With leafy green and yellow flowers My feet disappear in the lush grass Sun shines dappled through the canopy And drops light piecemeal onto the forest floor I met them there in a fairy ring The wee folk, the fae The leader doffed his cap to me One…
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…
Eclectic Assemblage 