Lace-wing climbs from apple bough
Above the orchard,
Martins wow the watching eye!
Late Summer spice on tongue-tip,
in slips the Earl of Autumn,
to share a hazy meadow-cup
in wisps and whispers.
Dragonflies bicker
on flickering silver.
Butterflies idle
in Sunlight until
the passing
of a cloud.
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