In the secret chatter of summer mornings
wing’ed wonder decode the night
Warmed gardenfume exhales
wild rose
honeysuckle syrupsweet ballgown’d peony
tall grass
hands-on-hips nicotania
Murmur the catbird frothing jay
tempting warbler arrowshot swallow
katydids with crickets hopscotch
the ladybug quietly hums
of children and wishes to grant
In the secret chatter of my heart
ancestral incantations decode the way
gently weathered carousel horses
mountbacks in rich garments of then and when
through suncurtains
patient underground railroads of trust
inhaling yes,
embedding memories into the year
quietly humming of giftgiving
and gratitude for the chance
to sing, aloft.
-Dar Dawson
