Sixty-one degrees
Windows open catch the breeze
Nature’s own AC
Haiku: In the Beginning
Soil cradles like womb
Life seeds fertile with promise
Blossoms of summer
Daily Prompt: Soil
Haiku: Stoplight Ahead
Cicadas’ chorus
Sings that summer is ebbing
I want to click pause
Stay a while longer
Savor charms of the season
Before green turns red