Wind giggles warm through my hair, whispering she wont be here for long.
Shadowy silhouettes in peripheral shade, weeping willow dancing with Spanish
moss grays, and Katy-Did-Sing in harmony with whippoorwill, as the bullfrog
turned day ditties into an all night lovers song.
March blew you to me one April showered day. As a child I saw your
blooms blossoming, every crescent of your lovely full moon.
I believed you everlasting, as dragonfly hovered millpond steam and spray.
In the end I realized you were only ice cream melting, vacation bible school,
just one quick roll in the hay. I realized this today.. when old man winter reared his ugly head…and stole my sweet summer time away.