Summer's buds

The
scorching face of shrubs

Fiery, all
inspiring Nature is all that I can see

The
backdrop, natural, the essence of what I seem.

Fiery, all
inspiring Nature is what I see

The flare
dares me to be what I am not to be.

That Spring
went quietly, never to return.

Fiery, all
inspiring Nature that burns.

I’ll walk a
little, to absorb the beauty of the shrubs.

Fiery, all
inspiring Nature that shrugs.

Now all I
can do is sit without stirring or thinking.

Fiery, all
inspiring Nature doesn’t blink.

© nature
thoughts nw