Rhododendrons still
Bloom as if there is no end.
Will they ever stop?
Soft green light flowing
From the trees outside my house
And into my heart.
New, dark and violet
Irises spring up by the road--
Mystery blooms.
Yellow, black and pink,
Bee buzzes in the clover
Sucking one by one.
Stream is whispering;
Almost concealed by the plants
That envelope it.
"It is spider spit!"
As kids, we all called it that.
(Still a mystery).
Tree above mailbox
Will cover it completely--
Green triumphs metal.
It scurried forward,
Then back to where it came from.
Mouse, chipmunk or ghost?
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