Hot Summer # 6

Meadow by the Pond 

The meadow leans toward water in the sun,

its colors rising lightly through the day;

the pond lies still, its quiet surface one

soft mirror where the drifting shadows play.

The trees stand close, not pressing into line,

but shaping space the summer passes through;

their shadows fall with edges soft and slow,

a muted green that keeps its steady hue.

The flowers brighten where the breezes run,

each movement small, yet shaping how they stand;

their colors shift in patterns never done,

a field composed by wind and open land.

And all of it stays steady as the light

rests on the pond and holds the meadow bright.