June

In green shadows, leaning

ferns are brothering

leaf & unfathered moss.

A shock of upright yellow,

profusion of blameless daisies,

one is my daughter.

Abundance.

In its quickness,

the fidgety dispatch of crickets.

Over the blue bay,

flecks of pepper

trail down the twilight sky:

a community of gulls,

beaks open like tongs,

banks around the sedge

on utter tongues of wings

& lands a family

of squatters on the water.

Just before dark,

the astonishing chime of stars.