Just so you know,
I have lodged a proper complaint
to whom it may concern
with
the leader of the Mosquito Brigade
currently plaguing
all
of
outdoors
feeling a little confined,
like there is so much sunshine
to be felt
and gorgeous hot temperatures
to swelter in,
yet here I am
rather quickly forced
back
indoors
by this nasty-blood-thirsty army of
vampires
had it not been, that I am compelled
to make certain the birdbath
has been
freshened, for bathing,
I might have missed
how the hydrangea have grown heads
some, as big as dinner plates
and the woolly yellow lion-heads
of the golden globes
now aplenty
bobbing along in the burst of warm breeze
to a beat
the damselfly twins, joyfully follow along my path
perhaps slightly entertained, as I swish and
swat
mindfully past the monarch caterpillar
who gladly munches his way
along the fennel stems
and the grasshopper
green
who is sure
to give me his good side
of shapely leg
the crab apple tree heavily laden with
fruit
hangs down its large umbrella like
arms
and the spiders have well taken advantage,
stretching lines across every available
trail
a brief chat with the flowers
some
a little shyer than
others
before a mad dash
back
in
doors
to check myself for
welts
then groove a little
with Mr.
Barry White ♥
“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.”
~ Linda Hogan
