Sunlight falls
behind thick trees
as spiders grow red shadows
in the catch of tired bees.
of a waxing moon
rides low,
and dragonflies
change speed
with just a tinge
of madness
as summer goes to seed.
.
(c) 1993 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged dragonflies, end of summer, moon, nature, spiders, Virgo on September 11, 2011| 6 Comments »
Sunlight falls
behind thick trees
as spiders grow red shadows
in the catch of tired bees.
of a waxing moon
rides low,
and dragonflies
change speed
with just a tinge
of madness
as summer goes to seed.
.
(c) 1993 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Apple, bees, clouds, end of sumer, sky, spiders, woolly clouds on September 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Under the apple tree
harvesting gold
she leans
on the last flush of summer
and dreams.
Bees gather her calm,
spiders spin up the sun
and high above, breezes
start painting the sky –
for tomorrow
the woolly clouds come.
.
(c) 1993 Betty Hayes Albright