July’s Perfect Gift

Purple heather in the meadow,
Tall marsh grass taken to seed.
Grosbeaks and Robins, rustling,
Drunkenly through ripened salmonberry.
July brings a simple country scene.

Monarchs flutter past bachelor buttons,
Through the sweet pea trellis,
And on to pollinate the wild blackberries.
Their wings take with them
What seems to be my sense of time.

A dragonfly checks it's reflection,
Just off the mirror ball.
Hummingbirds choose Black Beauty, it's favorite fushia.
Nuthatches take just one seed and flee.

Not mine by design, but mine to steward.
An organic habitat for birds and creatures,
July's Perfect Gift,
A chance to watch summer's wonder,
A mind bathed in nature's glory.

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