While butterflies and fairy seeds glide lazily on beams
of warmth and light contrasts the faded grass
with rosebush greens,
the growing shadows whisper of some darker days ahead;
of icy air and stormy skies when wind and rain are wed.
A premonition shivers over branches as they wait
and heavy blossoms fall apart. But rosehips undulate
untroubled by short gusts that only limply promise chill,
then skulk away in the belief that summer lingers still.