Summer

by Margaret C. Rigsby

Oaks green, lush no reservation required; a host for families of squirrels, local flocking birds, insects and even a bird feeder or two. Hot humid southern summer breeze spreads pollen for happy butterflies and bees, while dastardly mosquitoes and gnats are attracted to human sweat (a minor annoyance) drifting through the hot hazy lazy days of summer. As daylight disappears fireflies light the night with amber little candles, such an amazement these lightning bugs, beautiful moths appear donning colors more lovely than a butterfly. The sun shines early in sleeping eyes as the sounds of birds chirping, July flies rustlings promise one more day of summer, slow, smooth, sultry, sleepy, southern summer.

Click to hear  In the summer time, background music for your listening pleasure.

Panda Quarterly Poetry Magazine published my poem "Summer," in their Summer issue 19, July 2004; ISSN 1475-7184.


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