Mito M. Boy

I know it’s not summer now

I know it’s not summer now
I am set back breathless.

The sun no longer blazes high
The clouds between us
Grey or black or white
Filled with rain or lightening

The earth below green
Breathing the heat
That makes sweet
The flowering and fruiting

Now, in time between
Before flaming fall
There is the tantalizing hint
Of new colors lying in wait.

Of crisp air on my face
When first I open
The door to the morning
I am set back breathless.