Same Time Sometime Feeling

Seven sonnet sequence

Photo by William J Spirdione

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, buzz, whistle of the breeze,
Fresh flowers fragrance overwhelming host.
This whoosh of wind will cool this summer, please,
Turn down these knobs, I feel cold as a ghost.

Bare feet on warming grass and cool damp soils,
Hear garden grounding soo-weet…