Summer has peaked in the heartlands of Pennsylvania.
Wind rustles through the corn rows.
Crows cluster in willows by the creek.
Cicadas sing in the afternoon sun while
crickets and katydids join in the night chorus.
Of all the many wildflowers
Butterfly Weed, Fireweed, and Milkweed
set ablaze the valley floor.
Summer greens sport the first tinge of yellow
while morning mists and fruit-laden trees
give evidence to the last
days of summer.
The poetry of the earth is never ending.