June bugs dance above my head
Fire flies sail
Divinely led
As I step outside my door this eve
Washed in a mist soaked moon lit breeze
Summer is upon us all
I thank our Mother for this glorious ball
Of pirouetting insects,
Rich tenacious green
Soaked by rain so clear and clean
Dancing drops of dew swing sly
Settling low on sage near by
The world is our oyster
Is all I can say,
As I fervently pray for that Louisiana bay.
By Andrea Hanson Kelley
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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