Two Poems by William Beyer

Hidden Grapes: Midsummer

Along gray fences,
Within tangled vines,
Clusters
Of large,
Deep-purple grapes
Wait
In extended mood
Of darkness,
Ready
To be picked
By rapid touch
Of eager fingers.


Butterflies: Midsummer

Thin,
Nervous wings
Of yellow butterflies
Ascend,
Descend
Above the seasonal flowers,
Repeated tulips,
A dozen petunias,
Border of marigolds,
Linger in warmth
Of sunlight,
Within a small,
Silent
Summer garden.

{Poems by William Beyer}