I felt in the mood to jot down some poetry today. Just jottings, you understand - ideas . . .
A poking finger of Loosestrife
Gesticulates,
Bending away from the wind,
Whorls of purple petals -
Open-faced, eager for
The bee's caress -
Beaded with misty rain.
Tired with junketing,
Summer has laid down its weary head . . .
