Small insects are allowed
as is the busy hum
they make as a collective

Sparrow songs are welcome
as is the breeze, and the smell
of fresh scythed grass

The afternoon had a pause in it
which I only notice
now that the birdsong has resumed,
now that the sifting sun
has softened
and granted golden robes
to green undergrowth
so it glows royal
in the swift procession
towards sunset.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 18, 2015