swingin’
through the sunlight,
dancin’
on a tight cool breeze,
hints
of summer sweetness
wisp through the air.
nectar teased
from precocious magnolia
sate
intinerant butterflies
but,
winter’s chill swiftly returns
clawing back the night.
dawn’s honeydewed leaves;
dusk’s cicada screams,
all but a fancy perhaps,
to be mislaid,
like childhood dreams.
time for another cup
of piping hot tea.
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