Observing Summer 

Excerpted from “Nature’s Quiet Conversations” by John A. Weeks

 

The wind

is whispering

Softly in the marshgrass

Safely in my arms

My baby sleeps

Sleeps.

 

Sir Bullfrog

chugarumphing

in deep harmony

To Page Peeper

Safely in my arms

My baby sleeps

Sleeps.

 

The moon 

rising high

Sprays pale silver shining

On all the meadow folk below

While safely in my arms

My baby sleeps

Sleeps. ~ JWD