Spring turning to Summer
The last days of Spring are still heavy with moistness.
My eyes are mesmerized by the canopy of returning
emerald butterflies and I feel blessed just to be alive.
Spring has given us too much rain and kept the rustling
winds speaking to the long pines and high cedars of winter.
But these clouds must surely move on when the southern
winds break through.
I call upon the Zephyr to reopen the skies, bringing more
birds, more flowers and more songs for the warmer
and brighter days of Summer.
Poem by Phoenix, Village of Elsah