Summer

 

On winged feet, aflurry,

summer comes.

Elements of clarion water, sultry breeze and flaring sun see play,

a hop-scotch amidst the dotted meadow.

Time for fire-flies to waltz in golden glint,

for lilies to raise triumphant heads.

Hear ye, starling and black-bird,

bellows sweet aria.

Hear, owl and night jar,

chant hallowed Compline.

See fire glint in the falcon’s eye,

bounce on the back of a wildcat

Behold a cadre of bats aflutter,

insects ahum, like manifold lyres

and will-o-whisps a saunter.

In summer’s fire,

thunder cries out,

rain plays a staccato fugue,

the very air crackles with worn time.

Watch, feel, the trees alimber,

their wild dance, exultant shower of seed.

Breathe the night-blooming jasmine,

as it utters melismatic,

summer’s timeless tune.