Friday, June 03, 2016
Poetry Friday -- That Moment
That Moment When Summer Arrives,
Whether or not the Solstice Has Occurred
The peonies are blown.
Rain knocked the petals off
the last poppy
and laid the daisies down on the lawn.
The first fireflies
sparkle the humid night.
You can smell
the grass growing.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
Jone has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Check it Out.
The call for roundup hosts July-December went up yesterday. You can find it here.