July is a steamy, fiery, orange month when the element of moisture – laden air overpowers my senses. The perfume of pine needles, lilies, bee balm, milkweed, ripening berries carries a sweetness that is only brought on the wings of stifling heat…
The Gift of July
Thick moist heat bathes
the night in crimson,
drives bears deep
into sphagnum bogs to dream.
Fireflies drift through
sweet wet grass.
Hidden under leafy branches
grey tree frogs trill.
Blood red cardinals whistle love songs,
teach offspring to chirp
sharp staccato rounds
at the threshold of dawn…
Brilliant morning light filters
through crystals formed by dew…
won’t be missed
by transforming toads,
but the drought may dry
the vernal pool too soon
for lungs to form.
The doe grazes outside my window
under a blistering noon day star.
Chomping down wild rose thorns,
red deer shreds supple grape leaves,
nips bee balm for an after dinner mint!
Gray foxes feast on treats I leave
beneath heavily perfumed pines.
Grapes, old cranberries, apples,
fat and bone marrow – perhaps
a carcass entices them in.
When mountains disappear under clouds of thick fog,
Our Goddess ascends, her nimbus shrouded in pearl like mist.
One night soon, she’ll sing up a blossoming Moon.
A wave of gratitude swells and breaks –
An emerald sea is moving through me.
Water and Air create a symphony
Breathe deep and listen –
The Soul of Nature sounds a joyous Hum.