Summer's Hum

Summer's Hum

This meadow

quicksilvers day lilies into blossom

and dissolve

spangling the air with pollen

Speak

 the language  of summer—

her hieroglyphics of sunlight

are written everywhere

to illumine the wild flowers

and the darting of wings 

These flowers will be homed

and honeyed

long before

cool pine forests,

and the dark murmurs of brooks

scent the air.

Till then, listen to the bird calls, the children's laughter 
brimming over
the wild rose bushes.