Rickety pickets finally emerge after months of gray sodden slodgy snow; the fences are as thawed as the ground, gates in fences are now open. One day I walk outside and the air is lilacs and honeysuckle. The sky turned blue one day.  The wind turned the vane and the rooster points south.  Now the day fades gently into azure then black instead of the curtain falling into the winter night: day’s performance ends in a second in December. The full moon feels warm and yellow, cheddary.  My food is green.  I have a feeling that I would like to run.  It smells earthy outside in between the waves of lilac perfume.  It was dank yesterday or the day before, last Thursday maybe.  Today it is…


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2 Responses to Summer

  1. Bobbi says:

    Bring it on…

  2. Barbara says:

    Is it finally here — not a tease……

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