July
Filled with fire.
Hot skin dipped in luxurious shade
of ancient trees.
Sun on Holiday
throwing down dapples
with abandon.
Air thick with scent of earthed perfume.
Covert cardinals
wafting down sweet songs of consolation.
Color dancing in water, in petals, in centers of things.
What is man, what is man, what is man
That You are mindful of him?
Filling eye, ear, very soul’s core
with rumors of You.
Come!
Fill stony, unseeing heart
with your soft glance of
beauty.
Denise - what's the name of the last flower? So, so breathtaking!
Love the photos as well as the poem. So beautiful! Writing while hiding at home from 101 degrees heat which is slowly climbing. Luckily a lot of shady trees at the back so able to sneak in weeding, etc.