Summer is coming.
The robins are telling me every morning.
They seem so happy in their soaring chatter
Excited for the sun
But I feel like the cat bird who screeches 
“Go Away.”
Summer is chaos.
Too much sun.
And I am never alone.
And no where much to go.
It will be hot and I will want to sleep.
But children will want to be fed.

The sweet scent of the roses wafts through the open door.
It is yet still spring.
cool enough to use the porch.
Cool enough to listen in on the birds having their secret conversations.
About what is yet to come.