My fellow poet,

wherefore art thou? I have looked,

but you’re not in sight.

~

Catching up on sleep

after long hours working

in the Sun for other folks.

Today’s hidden poem

is asking to be found. Are

you ready to play?

~

Pond holds sky’s fallen

tears as nearby trees softly

sway with soothing lullabies.

~

Languid in that heat;

humidity oppressive,

relieved by sudden showers.

College kids these days!

“That car has no esthetic!

I can’t drive my friends in that!”

~

Maybe they just need

an antiseptic to ease

their entitlement.

With deep purple blooms

gone, hummingbirds are gone too

leaving us to hum alone.

~

Butterflies remain

and hummingbirds still hover

where polyculture blossoms.

Some hope for free flight,

to soar graceful as birds,

high on thermals and breezes.

~

We can try to move

with grace even if we aren’t

able to fly high.

August brings summer’s

last chance to embrace a slow

pace before autumn‘s rat race,

~

For those college-bound,

summer’s peace is in the past!

Autumn’s rat race has begun.