Mid-August arrives Yellow buses fill the streets Summer always ends
Windows are open Chirps of crickets in the breeze A soft summer night
Observe the midges A mighty murmuration Their summer is short
Leaves are lit from the street lamp behind Still bright green from springtime sprouting Still
My poem-a-day project got off to an awesome start I would forego commerce, preferring to
Spring is springing The birds are singing It is a sunny day But the temps
Kissing tyrant ass Pretending he’s a hero Kim Jong-Un trumps him
A sore scratchy throat Sneezing like a snuff addict Take your vitamins
Three drummers drumming I am watching my boys play Music to my ears
Tonight the wind roars The gusts will prove disruptive Darkness all around