Sun dips below young mulberry, Dark ripening fruits hang As wind dances amongst clover Verdant, purple, and proud. A monarch, drawn to royal splendors, now reconsiders, Flitting away to milky weed Once seeded a decade ago. Alone I listen to a cardinal Singing their midsummer Benediction to evening's ascent And daylight's faultering. I bow my head and close My eyes. I sink back, Collapsing into memories of years past.