Late August finds me
for there's no other way
to sit in an Adirondack chair -
appreciating a symphony
of crickets (bliss high -n- low)
and katydids (rather raspier)
frogs, the occasional dog
to the renaissance around the corner.
by Margaret Bednar, August 28, 2017
linked with "dVerse Quadrille #39" - 44 words and the use of the word "bliss"