Horizon

 Natural Horizon 

Trees tremble in fear,

as Earth’s fever drains the lakes.

Spring lambs keep sleeping

White snow still on peaks,

Summer thirsts for its melting,

windows need cleaning.

Brown season is here

There’s smoke on the horizon

The roof needs tending.

Orange Navels are eaten,

Valencia’s unflavored.

What of the apples?

Soft light from afar,

the new buds need attention.

Bees remain divine.

Red flowers open,

Pomegranates in waiting.

We must make sun tea.

Pink roses whisper.

Bougainvilleas scream color.

Pastels still enchant.

Spring’s colors fading,

Summer blooms soon in season.

Seedlings need water.

Epi’s bloomed briefly,

cactus flowers much the same.

I must call my Friends.