The seasons beat the calendar to the bat.
Have you noticed? Their temperatures,
their smells, a few characteristic signs
suddenly pop on the scene, singing
“It’s summer!” or “It’s fall!”
Take the daisies, for instance.
Two weeks ago, not one was in sight.
But let June stick her toe in the door
and the next thing you know
their sunny little faces are grinning
through the grasses everywhere.
So now, whether it’s official or not,
something inside you knows that
summer has indisputably arrived,
and you, like the daisies, are
alive, and glad, and free.