Scent of Old Roses - Late Summer Poem and Images

 

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.

Bee on Canadanthus modestus

Dragonfly on Veronica

Tachinid Fly on Anaphalis

Dianthus, Aster and Grass

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