Watering Flowers at Midnight

By John I. Blair

Texas in the summer
Can kill trees
And is pitiless to plants.

Keeping them green
Requires a lot of care
Involving water.

Not dropping
In the heat myself
Desires discretion.

So I water flowers
At midnight
Lit by moon and stars,

Guided at times no doubt
By my imagination
Where the pots are placed.

And when I guess aright,
My grace is hummingbirds,
Butterflies, bees.

©2016 John I. Blair