The Mild Summer

This season is mild

I hear it is different elsewhere

But here, where I am 

The green bursts up in every spare inch

between the cracks

and over the fields

The forest is dense

The nearby lake shore obscured

By it's blazing emerald foliage

clinging vines of orange flower

clutch at the fences

In the fields along the roadside

waves of yellow sunflowers

and purple hyacinths

dance with the bees and butterflies.

The limbs of the oaks sag 

leaf cloaks dragging them downward

Underneath is a cool breeze 

and the smell of wet earth

Sitting below one wonders

at how a tree must feel

When the wind steals about it

Gentle caresses of touch

like the hands of a lover

How one must ache for it

On a windless day with the sun burning

And the sudden showers

of cool raindrops

one could only describe 

as ecstasy

with a strong wind blowing. 

(this worked is copyrighted 2013 Cena Bussey)