A summer stroll did one night yield A luminescent surprise: A harvest-ready lightning bug field With fireflies on the rise. I paused with my family there to note And to watch these miracles fly; Aleatoric embers floating Like living lanterns towards the sky.
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A Summer Storm
To my ears a summer storm is all Sizzle, patter, rumble. To my eyes it’s puddle bubbles In the drive. To my nose, it’s wet earth; To my skin, liquid darts. But, I can’t describe A summer storm’s worth To my heart.
Blue Hallelujah
As summer emerges from spring in Georgia, the sky’s a Blue Hallelujah. The laughing leaves in the nosebleed seats enjoy the very best view. The wind who once whispered now shouts like a drunk. Though an amicable one, it’s true. The robins hop through the lush green grace under this Hallelujah Blue.
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