Under The Sun's Glare

A truly amiable, good-natured
day has transpired, the sky openly
conspiring with the sun to admit
no more than gentle skeins of
lacy-white clouds brief intermission
of the radiant orb. Heat permeates
and sizzles the atmosphere, as
a lazy breeze rattles the forest leaves.

There is the rustle of robins
peering in vain along forest trails,
veering from one verge to another,
choosing to run, not fly, until resigned,
they flap to tree branches above and
sweetly express anticipation of heat-
relieving showers to reveal for their
delectation creatures of the soil.

Yellow admirals in search of
elusive partners roam the airspace,
dreaming of elemental binary relations,
however brief and brilliantly obsessive
the instinct of survival and pleasure
endowing all nature's organisms. Bees
and dragonflies zip and freestyle their
own existential and brief priorities.

Sunny buttercups, milkweed, Solomon's
seal and pink-perfect fleabane stipple
the landscape's understory in a tangle
of cowvetch and ferns, under flowering
dogwood and honeysuckle. There for a
quick study in ephemeral beauty, the
miniature perfection of blue-eyed grass,
already withering under the sun's glare.