Summer Things
Breezes nudge, nodding flowers,
spilling dewdrops on the ground.
And white clouds dapple blue skies,
floating by without a sound.
Dandelion tufts tickle,
flying high above the grass.
And dragonflies start flexing
cellophane wings; clear as glass.
Spit beetles build bubble homes,
spun from foamy, frothy dew.
And a silken spider's web
cast an iridescent hue.
Though summer's heat won't relent;
cool shadows shadow the hedge.
And raspberry bushes grow;
along the road's dusty edge.
As mosquitoes bite bare skin,
grasshoppers fold paper wings.
And as I look around, I'm
surrounded by summer things.
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