The rhythmic whir and hum rose and fell like waves on a tumultuous sea, growing more intense as the sun journeyed westward.  Their voices were part of the seasonal back drop, forming the rich fabric of Summer’s chorus.  The cicada song.   The…

  A sole, brittle leaf tumbled down the street, scraping the pavement with each turn as it etched its way along with each, small utterance of wind.  The landscape was listless and life seemingly comatose as the despotic heat and humidity…

The weathered stone was cool and smooth, flocked here and there with moss, its jagged edges softened by the elements and constant patter of traffic.  Flanked on each side, the perennials began to crowd the path, decked in seasonal splendor…

  It was still and silent as man and beast sought refuge in the cool, dark places tucked away from the afternoon sun – harboring both life and spirit.  Subdued and lifeless, the birds were mute, the perennials wilted, and…

    Writhing and skulking beneath the ground, nature’s twisted spine heaved forth the soil, leaving cracks and fissures in its wake.  The disturbed earth seemed at once alarmed yet relieved.  Its needs communicated by the subterranean undulations.  Water.    …

  Like a thousand, thunderous, marching soldiers, the storm rushed to our southwestern flank as the trees stiffened and postured, ready for battle, like great sentinels.  The lightening cracked and thunder roared like munitions over head while the rain fell like…

  The fragile, silvery strand caught a splinter of light, momentarily shimmering and glistening in the summer sun.  As the wind began to roil and swirl, the spider’s silk became untethered, taking flight upon the breeze.  An almost invisible moment became apparent.  A…

  Sweet June turned sultry quickly, and our every thought, our every word, our every action hung suspended in the thick, dank air.  The sheer weight of the humidity has left our soul and spirit mired and stale.  Sweet June is…

  As the sun began to sink, its golden rays draped along the tree tops and rooftops, gilding everything in its lofty wake.  The underbelly of the clouds steeped in the fading light, blushed and smoldered as the day bid farewell to the night. …

  Ah, June.  The sweetest of the Summer months.  Gentle and blithe.  Light and amiable.  Warm and wholesome.  She is but a peck on the cheek, called to court the child in us to frolic in her fields.   Though it is…