freshly cut grass has a scent all it's own

it wafts from down the street through open windows

evenings are lit with light once reserved for mid-day

children scream and play well past dinnertime hours

summertime is here


thoughts still turn to freezing mornings in the blind

layers of wool and neoprene protect me from the chill

mallards fly in unison and anticipation is great

a sight I won't see for far too many days

summertime is here


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