We'll Need a Scythe After All This Rain

It’s cold for June,
but I’ve learned
the cycles of things,
like flush followed by quiet,
rain followed by tall grass.

We made it through May
without the ants coming in.
So I’m knocking on wood,
pulling on a fuzzy sweater,
waiting out the silence.

Sharing this little observation on The Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden.