It must be June
The cool dewy mornings give way
To blue framed green on green days
Pin pricked by black flies with purpose
Though in diminished numbers.
Last month’s nescient nuisance life
Replaced by the old ways of doing,
Digging and hauling with horseless
Horsepower and aches of satisfaction.
There are sunrises and sunsets everyday
Stars every night taking shapes from the past.
It is a time of invisible forces blooming
To show off future memories and
Instill a false sense of control until
Every present being remembers better.
This month only, trees grow and fall,
Yellow swallowtails find each other in the weeds,
And rhododendron feed hummingbird moths.
Life is too busy living to think about July
Snow Mountain Zen 