Summer breezes intrude on an early spring.
Summer lungs and air-puffs,
expelled from the swollen throat of expectation,
expectations, and so much promise
Summer sun and summer skin,
exposed and shining,
an open book of sorts.
Flowers blooming, greedily awaiting busy bees and hummingbirds-
such an awaited occasion,
And so rushed, too.
A delicate stem envelopes your finger and you say yes.
Well, of course, yes.
Summer settles for no less,
even though its only - simply - spring.