summersong
my heart blooms like a nootka rose
at half-remembered night-sounds of summer
a cricket chorus of tenors, basses, soft sopranos
zephyrs soughing in the grasses and the trees
the paper rustle of chiropteran sojourning
and all around i drank in heady scents
of earth and water and the crisp and biting green.
the wind folded in on itself
shrunk to the sound of a shaky inhaled breath
and blown out on the exhale
into a boundless world
yet here
the palms are garish
the way they rattle so, in the canyon air
and the roar of growling engines taints
the insect songs, the silence
and i can smell
no spruce
or pine.
at half-remembered night-sounds of summer
a cricket chorus of tenors, basses, soft sopranos
zephyrs soughing in the grasses and the trees
the paper rustle of chiropteran sojourning
and all around i drank in heady scents
of earth and water and the crisp and biting green.
the wind folded in on itself
shrunk to the sound of a shaky inhaled breath
and blown out on the exhale
into a boundless world
yet here
the palms are garish
the way they rattle so, in the canyon air
and the roar of growling engines taints
the insect songs, the silence
and i can smell
no spruce
or pine.