Again

As yet too few to scent the wider air, white blossoms now fleck the jasmine hedge's glossy green mass. Leaning close, I catch a faint hint of how June's nights will smell. The solstice nears. Slow-fading day lingers and hour or two as the crickets and frogs begin their songs. The stars will have the sky to themselves tonight. As darkness deepens, I catch a whiff of skunk. Beasts of all sorts are probably enjoying the season at least as much as I am. I'll enjoy it more once the jasmine fully blooms. For now, distant skunk will suffice.

( Sunday Verse )