Birch

Lonely today
summer heat in haze
barely a breeze
the Japanese beetles nibble
at the leaves of the twin trunked birch
leaning over me by the pond
beetle buzz
flick of the dragonflies behind my head
over the water
there is a dried carcass of a bullfrog
on the roof of the gazebo
left by some heron
called away mid-meal

Comments

[greg]

Lovely Dave. I love the use of the word "nibbles," though it's really just another fine word choice in a poem full of them that really come together to convey a very specific feeling.

Good to have you back blogging. Cheers.