Summer Midday
The backyard is alive with movement.
Two Blue jays squawk back and forth,
Each claiming ownership
Of the birdbath in the garden.
The argument is quickly settled
By a large, black Crow
Who has staked his own claim,
Forcing the Jays to seek other treasures.
The noonday sun glares down on the garden.
The flowers wince,
Their heads bent,
Eyes closed,
Praying for relief.
Crepe Myrtle
Her blooms clustered
At the end of bending branches;
Mimic the explosions of
Fireworks,
All in lavenders and pink.
Mimosa leaves have awakened
And Dragon Flies
Perform ballet in and out of each branch.
Their wings so delicately stretched
On oval frames,
Veined and twitching,
Seem almost too sheer
To lift their master.
A spray of water passes by.
The chug,
chug,
chug,
Of a sprinkler
Deposits refreshment
On the yard.
The garden relaxes,
The lawn,
Grateful,
Remaining as slivers of emerald.
Two Blue jays squawk back and forth,
Each claiming ownership
Of the birdbath in the garden.
The argument is quickly settled
By a large, black Crow
Who has staked his own claim,
Forcing the Jays to seek other treasures.
The noonday sun glares down on the garden.
The flowers wince,
Their heads bent,
Eyes closed,
Praying for relief.
Crepe Myrtle
Her blooms clustered
At the end of bending branches;
Mimic the explosions of
Fireworks,
All in lavenders and pink.
Mimosa leaves have awakened
And Dragon Flies
Perform ballet in and out of each branch.
Their wings so delicately stretched
On oval frames,
Veined and twitching,
Seem almost too sheer
To lift their master.
A spray of water passes by.
The chug,
chug,
chug,
Of a sprinkler
Deposits refreshment
On the yard.
The garden relaxes,
The lawn,
Grateful,
Remaining as slivers of emerald.
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