Black Swamp Summer
Summertime starts with the June snow
falling from the cottonwoods.
It tumbles through the streets
that bustle with bikes, laughter, and music.
All eyes to the skies.
Ruckus and gusty storms leave us
huddled in the basement.
They pass quickly. Carry on.
We tirelessly relish every fleeting moment of warmth.
The creeping scent of juicy burgers on the neighbor's grill
lure us in.
Pair it up with crunchy sweet corn and hot sauce.
Stay out late to savor each last kiss
of sweet sunlight-
or at least until you've surrendered to the mosquitos'
relentless song of hunger.
This short season comes to a close
with the blaring calls of the cicadas
reminding us to hunker down for the cold ahead
and eagerly await summer's return.