Midsummer blooms on hills and vales down ridges and ravines,
a splash of boundless colours now overwhelms the greens,
lemon, blonde, butter, honey, canary or cream,
scarlet, lilac, plum, lavender, any shade you dream.
The fragrant bouquet lays a feast with nectar laden sweet,
bees and wasps, flies and ants, all gather for the treat,
in silence watching the mob merry keen eight eyes await,
to the flowers beholden blessed this spider he needs no separate bait!
– Narendra Nayak © 2018