With Summer, of course, comes heat.

Woodland grove, however, is in for a treat.

Fifth element of wind blows this morning,

Slight chill delivered with no discernible warning


Where forest rustle, tree on tree,

And sing their silent songs to me;


On the sylvan path, delight to these ears,

Brings on calm, diminish city fears.

Breeze + leaves = best sound of late:

Trees never rustle—They susurrate.

Soft whispersong, soothes as it may,

Played on wind's passing, tree limbs sway.

On occasion, draft and pitch will increase,

Evokes roaring ocean waves meeting with beach.

Best ambient hymn I've heard thus far.

Live from the outdoors A.S.M.R.*



W: 8.31.22

[ For Annie Newcomer. ]

[ Underlined lines are from the poem In Summer Time by Paul Lawrence Dunbar.

 Dee Allen


Dee Allen is an African-Italian performance poet based in Oakland, California. Active on creative writing & Spoken Word since the early 1990s. Author of 7 books--Boneyard, Unwritten Law, Stormwater, Skeletal Black [ all from POOR Press ], Elohi Unitsi [ Conviction 2 Change Publishing ] and his 2 newest, Rusty Gallows [ Vagabond Books ] and Plans [ Nomadic Press ]--and 61 anthology appearances under his figurative belt so far. Currently seeking a new publisher to transform his finished manuscript into a finished, printed 8th book. 


  1. i want my poetry to be poetic. This fits the bill. Fine work.

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