Spring left suddenly, in a surge of fescue, and the meadow rose up to meet the sun, damselfly and dragonfly-winged. Heat baked the clay bowl of the earth, crickets sang in the cracks, and windows, tight against the dull wind, were flung wide. Even the blackbird fell silent in afternoon lethargy, and new leaves, barely unfurled, wilted.
In the woods across the stream, a deer barked in irritation, and a young broquart raced across the field, chased by the older male. Woodpeckers, pied, red-flashed, hammered in the heat, a squirrel looped the loop through the alders.
Quiet peace throbbed with noise, and I closed my eyes, relieved that both still function, yet in the bright, warm dark, trotted regrets for the ephemeral spring.
Wings
indigo lace
above the running water
flicker
turned to lapis lazuli
by a stray sunbeam.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
It still sounds beautiful, but I want spring to last for a while, too.
I notice this every year. There’s a period of wild, blustery weather when we keep our winter woollies out, then as soon as the sun comes out properly, it’s hot. We had 88°F this afternoon!
Oh yikes! I am not ready for that.
It slowed us down a bit too!
🙂
I really really REALLY love all of your poems!
And I am really pleased that you do! Thanks so much 🙂
so beautiful Jane!💖💖💖
Thank you, Cindy xxx
Yes, Spring never quite lasts long enough…
Blink and you miss it.
That sudden summer…not here yet, thank goodness. But it’s coming. (K)
It’s getting stormy already. The climate is very dodgy.