midnight rainfall settled onto iris leaves
stretching slender, pointed pathways
i walk the garden 
translucent, transcendent, glowing orbs
catching June sunshine
i take pictures to remember
dewed breath morning glow

then i remember to check the nest
check to see if babies are growing
strong and fat and loud
i peek into what was their shelter
now torn
two barely feathered nestlings, desssicated, limp
already attended by flies
mother and father gone, on to the next attempt

Lilting, Laughing, Dancing
June breeze doesn’t seem to notice