Singing summer home….

happy skies

August is humming
~the sound of summer as it
starts to soften and mellow,
pushing back from the table,
full and drowsy.

The drone of bumble bees,
the crackle and swish
of daylilies and grasses
drying like wheat
in the field
join the cicadas and katydids
until it seems the whole earth
is singing summer home.

I feel the season exhale
while the sun still browns the days

like cheese bubbling under a broiler
until just crispy,
then bathes them in golden light.I’m humming along now
tipping back the cup,
sipping till it’s dry
~chin dripping with grateful wonder.