Snap, crackle, BOOM!
Birthdays hearken back to beginnings,
summer heat and sounds rising.
Drone of bee, Cessna, and
Dog yips, wind weaving the warp and woof,
of the verdant, pregnant, lush,
wood carpet. Fern-deep whispers, birds and
chipmunks, cheeping and chattering.
Rain on metal roofs, water
trickles, rushing, cascading deliciously.
Hum, buzz, and hover
of my Ruby-Throated Hummingbird.
Talkative crickets hang on dancing, swaying grass.
The flip and flap of floral sheets and once-a-year
washed quilts on clothesline.
Car horns, noon whistles, and whiz of bike tires floating
in through open window.
Miss Kitchen Curtains lifts her skirts a little scandalously
and tap dances to summer.
Motorcycles growl and roar, shaking out their manes
as they devour the miles.
Tunes thump from cars, sizzle of steaks simmering
on grill, juicy drops of grease hitting the coals.
Giggling, watery-delight-filled voices, small
lotion- slathered humans swimming in pools, lakes, and streams.
Flames flicker, wood snap, crackling,
and popping slowly, marshmallows roasting.
Listening closely now. It’s the deep, luscious
sound of high summer.