plops
on soil
a half-world away
summer
pulses of hungry bees & fire-
flies-
it's the season of heat, lime-
pressed drinks & masked
carnivals- i wait
for curl
of first magnolia bulb
& quickening of new
moon
Picture credit: here
Posted for D'verse poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~ Trying my hand at Imagism (WCW poems), which I missed last week ~Thanks for the visit ~
