Saturday, June 22, 2013


Summer in the South 
by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The oriole sings in the greening grove 
As if he were half-way waiting, 
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green, 
Timid and hesitating. 
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep 
And the nights smell warm and piney, 
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots 
Are yellow-green and tiny. 
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill, 
Streams laugh that erst were quiet, 
The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue 
And the woods run mad with riot.

Did you see the SuperMoon last night?  Tonight is the real full moon but it was putting on a show last night, too.


Debbie Nolan said...

Dear Rhonda - what a lovely poem - thanks for sharing it. Hoping to catch the moon tomorrow night if it don't rain. Take care and have a great day.

RH Carpenter said...

The moon really put on a show this month!!!