first light ‘ning bug, tonight for spring has truly gone, fuzzy lantern dangling hovering flashing signaling, a hazy bulb with a halo wavering in the humidity- a diffused lens
notes… the air is like a hot towel, more like the hanging days of august than the late hours of june… but this is now, so it is, even night does not bring rest, or a reprieve, the air wants to sit like a moist heavy sleeve, just soaked enough to cling to your skin, just enough to let a breeze be revelation – for a moment’s notice that is…. and then I see them, through the mist of watering my plants, little bells of light, a delight in other times, a child’s mind, bio luminescent beings floating in the ether, either I am dreaming or summer has arrived….
Shades of My Garden 