wide open windows
for the first time this summer —
we shush each other

small enough

that it must be from this spring —

hedgerow bunny

clouds all day

and underneath, a layer

of birdsong

rain while we sleep

a few new shades of green

dreams of a fresh start

every dune

both playground and pillow —

baby foxes

summer’s reach —

warmth pulsing back from the earth

come such a long way

waiting

while pretending not to —

cats in gardens

fallen through

the waves of morning song

grounded baby bird

girls at the pool

ignoring a rule or two —

true summer