inspiration

Stepping out the door

i was met with the fragrance of

wild raspberries.

After yesterday's deluge

i was afraid they all

would have been washed away-

into the cottontail thickets

There's also something

in the smell of corn in husks

cooked over a wood fire

that marks this time of year.

With one small green frog

and a large brown

dragonfly for company
i ate summer rain
sweetened with
maple sunshine
and apologized for
humanity