Cicadas buzz buzz
Bright goldfinches eat thistle
Sweat rolls down my back.

Cicadas buzz buzz
Bright goldfinches eat thistle
Sweat rolls down my back.

Humid, hot, dark grey
Clouds build on the horizon
Bolt of lightening.
On these 95 plus days at the barn, storms are bound to pop up.

My fascination
As you move with elegance
Strong intuition.

Last weeks zinnias
Dry and wilted in their vase
Still hold their beauty.

Cloudy and slept late
Light in my window is cool
Rose bed is weeded.

Honey bee can’t fly
Big green grasshopper can’t hop
Butterflies dip, spin.

We are dressed in white
For our warm summer dances
Sweet kiss in the hay.

Heat looms on the edge
Of the pasture where cool shade
Offers a respite


Sometimes you need red
A vase for passionate blooms

The garden gone wild!