August still

still August

no wind leaves

hang limpid

crickets sing constant

sun warm on my neck

fragrance of tomato feathering through screen

zinnia’s orange bloom attracts hummingbird

wasps circle search for way in

August still

in holding pattern

club lifted before the swing through the ball

on the sixteenth tee

still August broken

ushering autumn

Rushing River

we walk rocks and pine roots

through forest path

sandals straining

around twisted shapes

up and down slopes and wooden steps

beside water calm

to get to the ear-filling falls

over rounded granite

a constant washing

and then the walk back

brook on the left

watch the path ahead

feet finding way

midsummer

watch the sprinkler send

small                      streams                up

into soft summer air

and drizzle in droplets on garden

growing

potatoes

beans

carrots

beets

lettuce

tomatoes

cucumbers

dill

squash

zucchini

all green leaves and forming fruit

for this is languid summer

when a walk in the woods

can bring blue saskatoons into fingers

dripping with rain

sweet explosion of wild fruit

between teeth

so watch and warm to the water

and sun of life’s glory growing