Ah, the July garden, so sweet with heat.
The flush of nests is past,everything slows to summer.
The skies are heartbreak blue with white clouds that hide shapes in their billows.
And sometimes thunderstorms light up the sky
reminding me,I'm not in charge.
oh, and the bugs at night
in still dark air
after the robin has soloed
I wrapped myself in July today,
and the promise of thunderstorms tonight
I enjoyed the company of robins,goldfinches,
wrens,purple finches,one blue jay
three squirrels and four rabbits
a few butterflies, bees
and one neighbor's kid
that will never come again