Summer's Crest

(September 2008)

The crest of the summer

Right now it rains

The sun is a drummer

Autumn a parade



My senses released

To soak what’s left

The birds and the bees

Swift and deft



The roses are bunched

With nets, covered

The geese have a hunch

For southern comfort



I lounge in the grass

I outline the clouds

A giant canvas

Of sky surrounds



Autumn is creeping

Behind the trees

Beaver dams heaping

with sticks and leaves



Aww, the summer’s crest!

The butterflies diverge…

Soon all the rest

Approach Winter's Surge…