“Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered…sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks…”
― Ray Bradbury
French thyme and greek oregano
beginning to flower
in spite of brutal heat,
an oasis in my neglected garden,
a place for bees to rest and eat
’til lavender stalks bloom-
While Venus looks on, serene —
adorned in curly tendrils
of rampant snail vine
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: No rain in sight, and my poor garden is feeling the brunt of the summer sun. We’ve been in triple digits for weeks now, and I must stay out of the heat so no mindless puttering in my place of peace.
Written for dVerse Poets Pub. It’s Quadrille Monday and the word is ‘Garden’. The pub opens at 3PM EST.