and pollen settles like a hush on the floor of dawn
i walk outside
into the quiet opening of day.
hours of forgiving shade ahead
i comb heart shaped leaves with patient hands
i trim, stake, cajole
encourage and bow to the bounty of summer
silence punctuated only
with the holy
visitations of acorn woodpeckers, goldfinches, fluorescent hummingbirds,
praying mantis, industrious bees
and the low flying wings of ravens whipping all the warming air into creme.
suddenly it's september.
my aging colander filling with the long emerald fingers
of summer's last beans.
shade trees standing witness to this long season of romance.
bearing jewel tones fruits from spring's once
impossibly small seeds.
begin too, their dream of letting go.
the golden air erupts with the electric charges of newly winged cicadas,
opening and closing towards what might complete them;
longing only to find
and to be found.
everything connects somewhere.
be it spring's rich pollen stirring in the warming air
smudged gold dust offered up like prayer.
or this blue black feather fallen from the flight of birds
waiting on life's garden path;
each one of us,
a chance of bringing wonder to the world.
oh this blue moon sunday,
arrival of september and the