There's nothing like a lime green drive ... after a heavy rain
The leaves tilt down and flowers frown ruffling feathers of a white plumed crane.

Songs are in the gardens around the lagoon frogs croak a melody as bloated toads croon
Crickets pleading night with the moistness bright from the rays of a waning moon

Rotors buzz from a thing that was as it hovered then flew ahead
Silver winged light...a bug so bright that the darkness cracked and wakened instead.

All around the emeralds-the lemon-limes...a blue tint of indigo
Heavy-weighted Spanish moss... curls all damp ... tresses of an aged widow.

Dripping sips from a washing storm bleach decks of clinging sands
Festival of fluttered things...clapping filmy, tiny wings ...
marching in wee-formed bands.

Some would call them fairies with their lanterns' glow I did when I was a girl
With loping lights of fairy dust as lanterned candles dribbled dust...
bathing each shadow with pearls.

Symphonies of fluttered bugs blinking lights of fire Greens in hues magnanimous...phosphorous winged fires
Oaks that arch in huge arrays-this regal door to nature.

Brought to life after a rain...foliage and thirsty creatures
Buzzes hop and drink each drop-flowers aglow with dew
Mid-summers rain and fuzzy nights-
mornings when I wish for you.

Just look at the yellow of daisies
much prettier for their drink
Closer still at the tiny flutters-
in lavenders, blues and pinks.

Right by your ear they hover still...
moving their buzz in flight
Turning the heads of those that squint
from wetness in the pale moonlight.

Miracles happen when we are aware
that nature is singing to us
Fandangle mosses, the weave and
dodge of lightning with fairy dust.

Rains dipped in honey and lizards' red throat held up waiting each bead
Days and evenings after a storm
when nature is douched with need.

© 2006 Susan K. de Vegter