transition

finding myself
here at spring's end
summer dragging its heels
like molasses-covered reluctance
days are bright and warm
the sun high, lemon yellow
but when he slumbers
the silvery cool coin
of mother moon does her best
to prolong the planting season
here in the heartland
we still need heat some nights
mother earth and moon
conspiring against us
making us snuggle close
plucking what used to be a flower
fragile skeleton of a dandelion
closed my eyes
made a wish
and almost blew it
but your love is forgiving
and so is the spring