June Bugs (June Evenings)
On my front porch
Before rising suddenly
A buzzing array of erratic motion
Flying off toward summer!
A shimmering haze
Blowing slowly into
August (A Residual Wind)
It is August and I am wishing it was winter
That old, wintery tingle overcame me
For a moment
Blowing through my ears
Into my brain.
Some minor emotion of Christmasness
Snuck into the evening breeze
Dropping off some early gifts and memories.
Hey, I think I saw a snowflake!