Purple blooms sprouting,
the wild teasel and the bee
meet each other here.

The teasel comes in
for the Eastern Swallowtail,
soft-bodied, soft-eyed.

Arms full of flowers,
teasels under the sun, moon—
bees in love with them.

Hundreds of teasels,
standing in their dormant state,
just waiting to turn.

Teasel, free to grow,
a tall, thorny family—
curled rough together.

Crickets sing all day,
my dog and I, on our walk,
yawn and look and smile.

Sun lights up their heads,
teasels coming into bloom—
midsummer bugs buzz.

Blue heron above,
green teasel out this morning,
my dog's nose wakes up.