Poem: Summer Moments

I walk around with my camera
Catching the moments
Before I simply let them go.
The choice isn’t mine
Though I like to think it is
So I might yet be
A little
Of the creator…

A brave butterfly in mourning coat
Marooned in full flight,
Spotted blue and fading yellow,
Posing ragged wings
As if inviting the chance
Of my noticing
Its moment
Quickly passing too.

Cone flowers forming tall umbrellas
Under the noon sun,
Folding down, pretending homage
To hybrid lilies,
Crowded buds swelling into
Candy cane colors
To make most
erry in July.

And a straying friend curled beneath
Soundless orange trumpets,
His sleepy eyes wondering what
Might yet be taken
As I hold him in my view
And every moment
In regret
That he is not mine.




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