Textured Tuesday: Firry Shade

I walked through the IMS RV lot on Georgetown Road 

to visit the trees. Summer has come with a vengance. 

After a winter that didn't want to leave, the heat and humidity, 

while appropriate to the season, are sort of a shock 

to one's system. I made a point of finding 

shade under a tall fir tree where I looked up to see

the hot sun filtering its way through the dark green lace

of the tree's needles, contrasting against

the thick, black lines of its branches.

Waltz with the Breezes

When I left to take a walk Saturday, 

the air was hot and muggy,

relieved by the gift of a breeze. 

As the afternoon went on, the promise 

of rain plied its way among the trees 

at the IMS RV lot on Georgetown Road. 

I could hear the trees as they danced, 

their leaves sounding like the rustle of taffeta

ball gowns moving to the sensuous twirls and dips 

of the breeze's three-quarter time.

A bit of the breeze touched my cheek, 

inviting me to join the dance.

And there, I could be seen, a middle-aged woman 

walking alone among a few acres worth of trees. 

With my baseball hat pulled low on my brow,

I looked up at the trees where, circling in place,

partnered by my unseen Muse, my laughter made 

a counter melody to the summer air.