summer heat holds tight,
sit under the broad maple,
lemonade in hand.
black clouds to the north,
cool breezes rustle the leaves,
gardens get rain soon.
dusk comes bit by bit,
the sun dips behind the hill,
moon climbs from the sea.
"cool breezes rustle the leaves"
Lovely, Jack. I feel like I'm there in the moment. Cecelia H.
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