Summer came in slowly
Slogging through a winter
That didn’t want to end,
Then a cold spring with feet so wet
We were paddling to work
And making of virtue of complaint.
When all at once
It was there.
A cacophony of heat and bloom
Like a car speeding toward you
That you see out of the corner of the eye
You jump,
Then look up, startled.
Where did that come from?