Season Changing

 Smells of Spring's lilac have given way to the rosy scents of Summer
Heavy in the evening and morn, especially after the rain fall
Cherokee roses have taken their wild spaces again
As the pink rose bushes began showing off early this year
 Blooms come out on the poplar tree near the barn
 I have to touch a waxy, orange, pale yellow petal

 

Arriving a week early than it should
A lighting bug blinked into existence
Soaring in the moon's light
As if born from the glow

 

Nests crafted on beams
In the shelter of barns and sheds
Now lay barren
As the children grew their wings
And found the sky

Nature is full poetic inspiration. I hope you have a good weekend friends. God Bless You!