Maple mocha symphony
rippling floral felicity
a greyish squirrel perched near the sky
chitters, chats, proclaims, imbibes
A branch is snapped, the movement settles,
cicadas shimmering their mettle,
wooden seats, a stone firepit,
recall the Summer's carefree grit
lured to this spot, sequestered secrets,
jaunty luminescent creatures,
leaves gently wrestling, a chipmunk takes
the time to scamper past then break
after my eyes locate her path,
her settled sojourned trenchant tracks
create a dizzying array
of zigzagged charts and mirthful plays
towards what lies beyond the ridge,
beneath what flies, aligned with penchant
outstretched reclined billowed branches,
sudden bursts, of staggered stances.
*Had to include the beaver who slapped his or her tale at me as I kayaked away somewhere within.
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