Sliver moon pink

in morning’s blooming light.

Baby raccoon sleeps, the Mountain presides.

Chipmunks race by, tails high.

Goldfinches feast on the generosity of sunflowers,

dry and nodding.

Soon, summer’s loud pulsing concert,

the countless crickets singing to Spirit,

will go quiet.

For now, warm nights still meet bare skin

and open windows connect neighbors

in their slumbering sighs

as the length of our days shortens..