The shoulder-high greens of thousand-fold grasses
send light across the prairie,
alongside the purples of joe pye weed and pickerel,
the yellows of black-eyed susans and goldenrod
swaying to the rhythms of an ambling wind,
the breeze delicately washing over their tips.
This has been the kind summer we waited for-
lush with life,
rendering a stroll with fortitude and flourishes,
dizzying in its splendor.
This is the kind of summer we needed-
sharing a visual bounty, an imagistic paradise of
leaf and petal, sepal and stem.
The swaying of lofty beats, trees ever blowing
like saxophones and bellows.
This reprieve from the daily,
creating a sheath of beauty to escape to,
this sanctuary for summer sight I have waited for,
living in the here
and now.
