June New Moon Sonnet
Hail, bright crescent, now veiled in broad-leaf green:
sing of Aquila’s rise in dusky East,
and garden shoots proclaiming summer’s feast,
and rain showers scrubbing meadows clean.
Oriole and nuthatch parade and preen
on willow branch beside a pouch-like nest.
Briefly, skunk is our uninvited guest;
Dandelion sprouts where the sun was seen.
Spring’s quickening slows, change almost complete.
Though fat lilac still spreads her purple booms,
daffodils are dead, irises dying.
Turkey vulture, soaring, still looks for meat,
while bees build hundreds of hexagon rooms —
already prepared for summer’s ending.
My cousin Megan just announced her engagement to George. Gonna visit the Cape soon.