Andie Lee

Chirping in the distance

With the sun’s stubborn persistence,

I open my eyes.

Stretch out and rise.

I saunter to the sink.

Gazing out the window without a blink.

The trees weave hello

And the grass begins to glow.

The window is cool without a touch.

I think of summer way too much.

Have to focus on today

And not to laze these days away.