Saturday, June 25, 2011

Nature (continued)




Fireweed Season, WestCrest

Fireweed now rusted,
We ramble past the colored foliage.
Ami and Pepper rush ahead,
kicking dust, sniffing all.

On top branch of a Sumac,
a solitary Ana stands guard.
No sense of passing season.
Others have fled to light,
warmth and greater forage.

My dogs and I remain.

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