Ms. Cooling Breeze comes
 
on a sizzling desert day—
 
we greet with a hug.

 
 

First day of July—
 
a hawk’s terrifying cry
 
frightens wrens nearby.

 
 

On a bright June day
 
the road spirits keep calling:
 
“Follow us away!”

 
 

Thankful for no wind,
 
I walk down familiar streets
 
on a warm June day.

 
 

The day of my birth
 
is like a misty mountain
 
seen from far away.

 
 

On a bright blue day
 
some California poppies
 
have their way with me.

 
 

On this clear spring day
 
my longing for rain deepens,
 
along with the drought.

 
 

On a warm spring day
 
a curious crow watches
 
an old dog napping.

 
 
 

First day of April—
 
an old man and his spaniel
 
hobble through the park.

 
 
 

Today slipped away
 
without my having admired
 
the cherry blossoms.