The grass is soft with the remnants of spring. It brushes my legs as I take in the light, sweet scent of the dragonflies and lightning bugs and everything else about to kiss the breeze.
The air is heavy, but it doesn’t offend. It simply lets us know what is on the way.
Summer, I forgot about you until now.
Spring was meant to last longer, but I feel I’m ready.
The earth is so telling with its green smiles.
It laughs through the wren’s warble and the bee’s buzz.
Long suns and the relief of cool moons are among us. Hazy days and blazing fires and that dizzyingly fresh smell of life abundant.