• Here I sit
    a garden chair,
    Summer’s whimsy
    in the air.

    Spiders, flies
    and bumblebees
    all leave me weak
    in the knees.

    Stepping stones
    lead to the gate,
    cracked and chipped
    as is my fate.

    Cocktails, dinner:
    Celebration!
    Winter, snow,
    then my vacation.