I have come across love in moonlit
reflections o'er placid ponds
In golden rays filtered through
evergreen row , beneath the Winter morning
blanket of ****** snow
On pitch black nights enveloped in
candle glow , the rush of ocean waters
on afternoon shores
Within Apricot sky held in the looking
glass of Autumn
In well worn familiar paths to precious home* ...

Cotton fields , row after row from land's zenith -
to lowland riverside
Gravel roadways beside native flowers of every color , forested shadows with unique trees of every design
Magnolias and Live Oaks cooling farm and village alike
Courthouse squares , cascading brooks and marbled
monuments
This is where I reside* ....

A punctual Jay
Announcing our afternoon rainbow overhead
Dancing wetted wire-grass
Commanding the darkened , woodland edge* ...

Beauty with awe reaching the end with
song filled waters , a cadet blue repository of -
tree top reflections tinged in the shawl
of splintered sunlight* .....

The dirge of Whippoorwills along the riverbanks
Lapping dark waters onto Cattail shores , Carp
roll topside o'er the shadowed montage , the final
hour of Summer Sun
Natures many musicians proclaim the star rise  
Mayflies dance the surface like silver kites
Black , blue and orange yesterdays , night breeze
touch of Fall August ways
Oak , Maple silhouettes with calling Dove
Yearning for home* .....

Rhode Island Red rooster serenaded the mornings in lively duets with Farm tractors , cowbells , children laughing while rushing to catch the grade school bus
Lively Herefords calling from misty bottoms
Noisy , nosey Geese honking on a cool , clear Autumn
The banter of Bantam hens setting eggs
The aroma of bush- hogged fields , red Barns , Well houses and Tool sheds* ....

The Wurlins sweeten muscadines on the vine , gather morning dew
in Petunia buckets , hollow out acorns to carry their Clover honey lunches
They ride June bugs by the light of the Moon
Entice Tree frogs to strike up a tune
Make Huckleberry wine and Sassafras brandy
Pecan coffee and Honeysuckle candy*....

That Eskimo Pie tonight done wonders
Made me feel ten years younger
Kept me on the front porch enjoying -
the night sky just a wee bit longer
Brought back good memories for awhile
Wound the thread tying a man to his -
rightful place a little stronger* ....

In 'Natalie' , wildflower speckled August
Herons sail portals of sky blue as Cinnamon -
butterflies farm lush scuppernong arbors
Redtailed Kings patrol their sun-laced piedmont sheriffdom engulfed in songbird tune and Sugar Pine perfume* ....

Kinetic waves of sweet water blessings , steaming blacktop
thoroughfares , trickling from gutter caps , rushing from downspouts , tapping my bedroom window like a childhood friend calling me to venture out
Petrichor melodies , Sun glistening Red Tip hedges
Wetted , diamond zoysia gardens
Culling roadside berries with cool naked
feet , with operatic fantasia rumbles the ubiquitous ' Thunder Roll ' , Blackbird gaggles resume their familiar treetop chorus in the ebony sky retreat of the afternoon Chattahoochee Summer heat* .......

Border my final dwelling with -
sturdy Pecan giants , centurion -
Oaks surrounded by May Corn ,
granite stepping stones shaded -
with Box Elder grace and Spring Magnolia -
fragrance* ....

Old barns with 'See Rock City' painted
on clapboard sides
'White washed' antique 'Smokehouses' with hand dug Water-wells are monuments celebrating another time
Pole barns with RC Cola thermometers -
and Red Man chewing tobacco signs , tin -
roofs and dirt floors with hay lofts and -
old John Deere tractors inside

Kelleytown's lowlands are steaming
from thirty second showers on the
hour , enough to settle the dust but
ne'er even close to removing this flannel
shirt protecting my hide from a Sun
way high , picking okra growing larger by
the minute fighting thick air and heat
bad enough to cook an egg outdoors on
a flat iron skillet
Wasp working the tops , 'Skeeters' down low
Pod rash running up both wrist with ten more
rows to go* ....