Summer, finito
by Kitty Boots
Moonflowers, heavy, late to bloom collapsed the trellis. Sphinx moths, wings vibrating against heart-shaped leaves, red eyes glowing, find the sprawl.
Hummingbirds, fewer in number seem less frenzied.
Loons are trilling in the cove.
Sky puppies dip and dive in the dusky back-shadow of violet clouds.
Beaches have mercifully emptied of loud rednecks with their cheap beer, tricked-out trucks and sloppy women.
Terns, once squawky and testy while nesting, accept my presence.
A rogue wave washes my jeans to the knees as I pick through the flotsam of another season.
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Author's Note
Seasonal changes and a time for reflection. Oh, and sky puppies, my pet name for bats.
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That last line is beautiful, a poem in itself, I think. **
I love 'sky puppies.' Ciao, loud rednecks. And what Rachna K said!*
Your best yet. *
Wow, thank you, Rachna, Tim and Matt!
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Bats to me are more like hamsters with wings.
Thank you Sam and Samuel.
Lovely.
Thanks, Gary.
*** Gorgeous imagery, excellent writing.
Thank you, David.
Your first stanza excited the gardener in me to keep reading. *
Thank you, Gita.