First light arrives before five in the morning. The birdsongs arrive with it. A cacophony of twittering, and avian arias, shatter my sleep, and any hopes of returning to it. By afternoon, however, a scattering of songsโat well-spaced intervalsโmay arise.
This abundance of radianceโso close to the end of the academic year. This longest dayโfollowed by the slowly diminishing ones throughout the remainder of summer.
I glimpse a suddenly blurry sky, a single surge of wet warmth along one cheek.
ephemera
“only love can break
your heart…”
I’m hosting #HaibunMonday over at #dVersePoets, where we’re writing about the solsticeโsummer or winter.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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