June

Shortening shadows.
Lengthening days.
Solstice.

Waking to life,
an arboreal yawn.
Truest colored tendrils —
freshly born.
Joyfully rooted.

An ornithological chorus,
pitch-perfect in cacophonous harmony.
Serene undulations of oratory pleasure,
Nature’s soft call to a new day’s dawn.
Miraculous feathered levity.

Bladed soldiers —
a chlorophyll platoon.
Cut-to-length obsession.
An ever-cool
barefoot temptation.

Coating chins and noses,
a sticky tributary.
Spread-legged postures and seed-sorting tongues.
Striped, watery sweetness.
O happy, heavy fruit!

Sun brewed leaves,
cubed with ice,
captive to moisture wrapped vessels.
Humidity’s antidote —
sweet or not.

Straw hat lady,
smiling at the sun.
Resting in reclined absorption,
relinquishing winter’s pale coat
for human color.

Waves on feet —
a delightful rhythmic torment.
Squawking sand-steps and angry Gull croons.
Gritty snacking.
Crowded solitude.

Warm.
Green.
Alive — again.

June.

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