Vibrating membranes,
Cicada's chirring tymbals
Mimic tinnitus
stack-stone flower box
summer's lease drifting away -
first crisp yellow leaf
Before winters cull
And the fallen are forgot
Summer sounds farewell
late summer twilight
far across this empty lake
two or three voices
Intensity, Break.
Fourteen years of summer nights
Riding on one word.
Pastoral mornings
Glare of summer afternoons
Cool refreshing nights
backlit morning sun
translucent beryl green sky
sultry summer heat
Rough water, summer
Spring. The splashing of children.
Tanning old women.
wind swept summer storm
dogwood tree in full blossom
pink petal cascade
Summer visitor
Sipping juicy clementines
Verdant feathers hum
pollinators buzz
rhododendron blooms ablaze
summer coming soon
Sudden gusts of wind
Portend a Summer downpour
Lightning splits an oak
Match stick; sand paper
Scrape together, spark, and flame
A kiss in summer
Muggy summer air
Any thought of breeze is stalled
Trees dream of swaying
female attraction
incessant male mating choir
cicada debut
night blooming jasmine
savors silky, hushed moonlight
scents soft summer nights
one sweet gardenia
bursts forth this late March morning
promising summer
A budding flower
Born of callous sunlight's eye
Bearing august fruit
Two sharp blasts of wind,
Bringing fierce chills to the bones,
Summer is long gone.
Moonbeams shimmer soft
Cicadas serenade dawn
Warm breeze caresses
Scent of mown fescue,
crescendo of cicadas,
my childhood wakens.
starry sky above
whippoorwills and crickets sing
summer in concert
Dreaming of summer
Clouds bring the bite of winter
Ice cold kitten toes
another summer
early mornings and late nights
half my life is gone
cumulus clouds stalk
lupine's sun soaking petals
summer memory
grey noise of airplane
deep green cicada night song
synesthetic air
perfect black berries
red hollyhocks and cherries
summer sun's children
A summer ago
Echos of humming bees waltzed
Around my hushed mind
babbling summer creek
floating leaf with clever ant
must have surfing bug
At vigil, a bird,
young, stands over his fallen
mother. Summer weeps.
Blossom to blossom
Swallowtail flaunts her beauty.
Summer flirtation.
summer afternoon
tree and pond on lonely field
sky like baldachin
heavy summer air
thick with rain wanting to fall
my plants love you so
Heads hung in sorrow
knowing summer has ended
row of sunflowers
wooden bench, slats grayed
warped by summer sun and rain
our sanctuary
Long summer of love
Beatles wail about Pepper
I'm born premature