Starting with June

There aren’t excuses
when the weather is warm
and the days move
a little bit slower,
almost leisurely.

You have
all the time you need to plan.
To think things through.
You are never late and every peach you bite into
is sickly sweet
and send juice down your forearm.
Dripping from your elbow.
The salads are fresh and you go pick
the vegetables from your garden
and every pepper makes that crisp crack at the first bite.

1/23/2020

PoetryRiley Welch