Armchair Zen

Summer’s promise

Seems as though we’ve just watched the last of the snow fade.

Now we count the growing grass blade by blade.

We await woodpeckers, tanagers, the peony’s first blooms.

We can open our windows (during the day, at least) in our rooms.

Summer solstice brings promise, today the day is long.

We turn to see the rose’s bloom and…

June is gone.