Meadowsweet, meadowsweet,
The sky is white
With heat.
White bindweed, pink bindweed,
The distant road
Mirrored,
Shimmers.
Pale grass, pale grasses,
Seed pods golden,
Empty,
Nodding.
In shade of yew,
In shade of cedar,
Small flies are bobbing
Up and down,
Like fishes in cool water,
Like fishes in cool water.
—-
simonhlilly 
Brilliant repetition. And imagery and colour.
It’s all good.
Thanks!
O yes, the sky is definitely white with heat!
But,
this morning the little tiny flies here were bobbing too–under the volunteer Maple and old Elm trees.
Images read like my morning view early morning view before the heat moved in.
Hello.
Btw, thanks for ‘followin’-it seems so-the BS and other things at my blogcasa. Much appreciated.
🙂
Thanks, as always!
anseptic and aesthetically beautiful in its space and breadth~ really fascinating !