WRITING AND SHARING

On the last day in August, I waited impatiently for the summer heat to subside. There was not much relief till this morning, when I recounted a moment  from yesterday and wrote this:

 STILL IN SUMMER

Me and Nikon and shade

On this hot August day

Watching one dry leaf fall

From the young Red Maple

It seems to be a reminder

Of what’s to come in autumn

And that I should not forget

On this early summer morning

The beauty in this crimson tree

There the bird is ever watchful

For a break in movement

And waits for my stillness

To sneak a bit of water

That has appeared overnight

In the large ceramic pot

At last it descends from the Maple

While I remain motionless

To photograph the drinking bird

MSW