Dragon flies rested on rose stalks, wings gilded, bronzed, and silvered. They looked at me and I looked at them. l was awed by their beauty and they, in repose, merely returned my gaze.
The Shag Bark Hickory's tendrils sway in bloom as do the Black Locust ’s flowered ringlets.The Black Cherry is going to seed: a scant few white flowers now. Rhododendrons, allium, viburnum, phlox are on stage as are a plethora of other performers whose countenance I shall capture another day... perhaps... but the sister seasons perform together rarely, fleeting in the south wind.
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