Dewed limbs leafily,
Kissed in golds–
And radiant green pools,
Thumped pops on drum logs–
Tiny feet pitter-patter,
Joyous at the dawn.
Fringes curled,
Crisped–
Dried for the day ahead–
And turned west in the breeze.
whispered, dusty music–
Of summer’s song.
