Photo by S. Auberle
ROAD 7:00 A.M.
August morning is steamy. A crow calls,
as a timid sun climbs above the
orchard. In the garden deer have visited
night, checking the tasseled corn.
Anne’s Lace and chicory dot the grass,
in morning dew. Beach Road is quiet—
neighbor’s garden on the corner its usual
self, but all else is shy, summer’s
robe still wrapped tightly about her.
one red apple falls
another "oldie"--hope I've not published it before, but if so..o well, it speaks of the season, the beauty of summer and what is to come...