Wednesday, June 22, 2022

I COULD NEVER TIRE OF MIDSUMMER [NEVER!]

                                                                        



A cardinal preens in

The light water-spray;

Two hummingbirds join him,

 And shortly, one jay...




The sun rests on rubies,

Turning mauve-like, then gray...

Bats fly in stealth-mode

Before the dawn's fray. 



Savannah smiles down at

The frolicking gator;

A Midsummer Dream beckons

[ Just one day later! ]

L.P.-G. / 6-2022

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