Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Summer in my Garden

strange things happen
i become smaller and smaller
sister to the small things

i scurry with chipmunks
hop with grasshoppers
scare crickets with my fiddle

i congregate with blackbirds
to steal the raspberries
before the children come out to play
then hide in a petal
to watch their eyes grow wide

i get drunk on petunias’ perfume
bumblebees invite me to dance

at dusk
i fall in love
with a butterfly