Late summer morning,
light clouds slow
the temperature's ascent,
it's warm, pleasant.
The air's thick with the scent
of clunky old roses,
while rock beds, weeds and masses
of wildflowers buzz
with bees and flower flies, and butterflies,
and a million other tiny
flying, crawling lives.
In the open, dragons hunt and survey
while mosquitoes find
it's prudent to hide in the shade
and wait,
for cooler times.
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| Bee on Canadanthus modestus |
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| Dragonfly on Veronica |
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| Tachinid Fly on Anaphalis |
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| Dianthus, Aster and Grass |
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