Rehearsal for Summer

The first
warm wind blows
in

across the lake,

carrying the
air of summer.

It is early still

too young a day
in Spring
to be this warm.

My skin
feels the
need to smell
the baked earth
and warming chamomile
of Summer

but it is
not there,

it is not here.

Ants are
crawling their way
out of the dirt

looking for food
that has not yet
grown.

This

will be
a rehearsal
for the days
of Summer
that are
yet to come.

we will try
again
as the days
wear on - slowly.

photo by the author