I stepped outside
Into a summer night
Albeit November thirtieth
A breeze so warm and animated
Surrounded by its sounds-- soft, conversational, fluid
A symphony of breaths of hope and a sigh all at once
Chill. a tingle of excitement, anticipation,
Gusts blow through branches, excited voices in shaking leaves
Rising and falling
Akin to waves, the ocean, water.
The earth finds different ways to sigh,
My barn boots, not my bare feet touch the porch.
My parka, not my skin feels the wind
My jeans, not my bare legs enkindle with goosebumps against chilled droplet tears
I stand, not sit.
Permitting this summer night to trick me one last time
I must remember,
Tomorrow is December
But I know my breeze is real.
I know it is a summer breeze I feel,
not a winter one
nor one of fall, nor spring