Even Stream is Still

Hot haze on the road;
Goats eating poison ivy;
A blessed breeze blows.

Everything stands still;
The purple irises glow
In a drop of shade.









Flying through the air
Seed puffs stream purposefully
Landing who knows where?









Even stream is still;
A bee buzzes by swiftly.
Hot soft summer smell.

Woods are inviting--
Cool and dappled under sun;
Filtering the heat.

It's a lazy day;
Even shadows are listless;
But the deer fly hums.












Ahead a man mows
Trimming the wild road grass.
(Will he mow the woods?)

The road seems longer;
Steps are endless in the sun;
The shadows welcome.