Transitions

The transition abrupt,

We’ve barely had a chance,

To dance under the

Twinkling dome of

August nights,

When puffy

Down,

Blankets

Our sleep.

By day,

I seek summer,

Not wanting to

Forget,

The weight of tomatoes,

Smooth,

Warm.

Anticipating the first bloom,

Petals illumined

In early light.

The earth

Musky,

Air heavy

After rain.

I seek summer

Not wanting to

Forget.