Summer Sierra

Summer Sierra
by Kevin Trammel

Trees and flowers
Bees and rose bowers,
Sun sparkling streams
Under arching redwood beams.

Soaproot faerie towers
Lean in mid-day heat,
The wary rabbit cowers,
While the fox is on his feet.

Sifting pine pollen
Through black oaks solumn,
Red Robbins call
At evening sun’s fall.

Scent of new-mown grass
Wafts over window’s sill,
As resting lovers pass
A hot afternoon and still.

Calls the cat at night
And owls in silent flight
And black bees drill
And trembling stars the vacuum fill.

Through the woods there come
The children’s joyful shouts
At some game’s wild fun
Running sylvan shadowed routs.

Moon wreathed in cedar boughs,
Crickets whistling tender vows,
Footfall on the gravel cracks,
Bats fold wings in tidy packs.

The key clicks in the lock,
A worn hand turns the knob,
Sighs greet the kitchen clock,
Chuckle at time’s attempt to rob.