Clearing to a light blue sky,
an early morning wind storm
blows away the humidity
that has hung thick
and foreboding in the air
these last few days of May.
Nearby, a humming bird hovers
quickly about the red canna lilies,
then flits away on a new mission
across the Indian Paintbrushes
and Bee Balm swaying casually
in the meadow out back.
Oblivious, the dogs sleep in the sun.
While softly above their heads,
honey bees and bumble bees
float along the pinkish white
flowers of the Chaste tree
which bloomed overnight.
(May 28, 2024)
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