Consider the Lilies

Autumn

Barn swallows
puff up
and huddle
atop our cottage roof
sated with a summer
feast of mosquitoes
Cool morning mists
shroud their migration

Grapevines bare
their sleeping limbs
and russet colored
leaves fall beneath
a harvest moon
But scattered among
that leafy blanket
frosted purple grapes
burst and weep perfume

Winter

A solitary blue jay
that squawking sentinel
guards the snow-laden
gates to the woods
A brilliant cardinal  
pauses
garment aflame
Then flits over cedars
where tiny sparrows
shelter from the wind

Spring

Melodious
in the pond
thawing frogs
croak frantically
Look skyward
calling down the night
and sing to Orion
on his ever silent crossing

One night we ran
with the mayfly hatch
frenzied and free
dodging trees
And just before dawn
three lonely loons
called for each other
across twin lakes

Summer

Seven golden ones
honey combed
and milky breasted
Seven children
made a home
a sacred garden
Laughing little gods
on their greenest beds

At twilight
fireflies darted
their farewell flicker
among the leaves of the
black maple tree
Tiny stars
and dancing children
together beneath
an end-of-summer moon

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