Mary London Szpara: Midsummer Musing
An Ode to Summer

Dust crystals dance in a sunbeam stream
Bird songs drift through an open window
An empty chair rocks in a quiet breeze
Ice slowly melts in sweet ice tea
Pine straw strewn in mounds ‘neath the trees
Blooms exploding in a Van Gogh dream
Now dusk sneaks in, the shadows creep forward
Raccoons and possums forage and steal
The woods have awoken, deer families emerge
A yip and a howl, A coyote cry heard
The screech of an owl, rabbits freeze and ears twitch
Tree frogs serenade, tenor tones out of tune.
Hank’s whippoorwill is heard far back in tall grasses
Up overhead the celestial sky show, the planets align
It’s midsummer.
Life is good