Summer's fever broke

Wild asters linger alone

A cool twilight chill

 Of pride and power

The best measure of the man

Is made from below

 First, be curious

Then go out and find what's there

Accept the wonder

 White-sailed corsairs

With their rigs full billowing

Chase across the sky

 She can't help but run

The lawn under her bare feet

Then a somersault!

 Take morning outside

Find a grassy spot with shade

Watch the children run 

 Pilgrims and paupers

Sharing a fire by the creek

Mutton on trenchers

From the fields to you

Market bustle and bouquet 

Sweet corn and notions

Comes the bloody orb

An ecliptic shadow stalks

The wolf eats the moon

 Take my devotion 

Hold it somewhere safe and close

Have it everywhere

 Driving through the night

Across the moonlit desert

Turn off the headlights

 Hoping for a chance

He turns coins in his pocket

Waiting for her glance

The moon our nursemaid

Suckles with her creamy light

Moon milk for our dreams

Softly - thankfully

As you go through the meadow

Thigh-deep in colors

A midsummer field 

Listen to the rustling leaves

The corn is ready

 West clouds turn rosy

The nuthatch goes to its roost

Crickets start their songs

 Through this happy yard

Pass blue jays - squirrels - finches

Green summer breezes

 Sun that gave now takes

The remains are stalks and seeds

What of April now?

 The meadow at noon

Enlaced with yellow and white

Grasshoppers creaking

 If the pines should speak

They would tell of thirst and stress

Of slow fading fate