Briefly Summer

Briefly Summerrnby Constance Rowell MastoresrnI like the wild formality,rnthe strict order that survives.rnDune grass, beach rose;rna spindly yarrow. In rivuletsrnby the roadside, watercressrnand vines of morning glory.rnCloser to the sea, a strugglingrnpine; or tea tree bent by winter,rnits muted foliage rustlingrnas the wind passes to . . .