ode to a June breeze
I could listen to your leaves clash and chatter to each other for hours on end.
You smell like strawberries and worms, rain and dirt, peonies and blue sky.
(You can't make up your mind what to send me, so you send it all.)
The goodness you do to pegged cotton you'll never know.
Thank you for dispersing bugs thither.
Now for an iced tea raised! A salute to Zephyrs, in condensation!