Sonnet for the July Kalends
Sun and Sirius awake sweltering heat.
Trillium and witch hazel wilt with rot.
Raspberries bow down, choked with bittersweet;
Blueberries remain that robins forgot.
Orchard spiders spin broad spirals of silk,
while funnel spiders cut holes in dry leaves.
Monarch butterfly sips from seeping milk
not all that far from where house spider weaves
a frail sail of canvas to catch deer flies.
Every such web has its purpose and place,
and everything sustains life as it dies,
though it be devoured, and leave no trace.
For truth, some mote of divinity clings.
to each atom from which creation springs.