It is summer.


Penetrating rains have spent themselves like satiated lovers.

Mists shroud the drenched earth.

Thin clouds pattern the wan sun with intricate tracings.

A quickening spirits new growth.

A tree sparrow churns up a mud puddle.

Dragonflies hover over new wetness in formal gardens.

Freshly plowed fields husband trenches of moisture.

Limestone recesses in creek bottoms pool clear waters.

Water-traces pockmark asphalt roofs of tenement buildings.

Footprints around construction sites glisten with moisture.

A toddler’s ”lion” boots stomp through strings of water pockets in the playground.

The washed earth breathes anew and we with it.