The wind teases the curtains open
and slipping between fingers is a memory
of spring and all the things you used to see
like the cherry blossoms and bare trees.
Your long summer days will come by
at the end of June or July.
Crickets dance with scurrying ants
and lizards slip by like ninjas seeking treasure.
You find joy in the songs of frogs
knowing their chorus signals summer.
Birds call in desperate singsong for a significant other.
Crows have been around all year
but still you find them searching the skies
for new places to build nests
and hide shiny things they’ve stolen.
Clouds drifts slow or fast
depending on the wind’s finesse in dance.
You watch white or gray fluffs churn like buttermilk
or molten caramel when the sunlight hits them so.
Orange or golden light smears across the white clouds
as if they are blank canvases which Mother Nature readily uses
for her ancient artistic endeavors.
Crescent glows in sparkling nights
show vast swaths of stars blue or white,
the make your eyes wonder how far you can see.
Yesterday slips passed into a memory.
Soon the cool nights will be replaced with suffocating heat
where spring is lost and summer meets
you,
waiting for the coolness to caress your cheeks again
and for rain to turn to snow and back to rain in April or May.
And so, now, in a dream you want to stay,
among the cool days of late winter and spring.
You want to forever feel the just-right days
of comforting soft breezes that caress your cheeks,
and whisper secrets of life and nature into your ears.
And so, now at night when the breeze teases the curtains
as you snuggle deep inside warm, fluffy blankets,
you will hear the soft murmur
of spring and all the things you used to see
like cherry blossoms and bare trees.
You relish in the peace before
long summer days come by
at the end of June or July.
Author: Enna L. Foxwood. All rights reserved.
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