June floating by

 a most wonderful time of year,

i am pleased to hold it so dear.

time for a picnic with all the goods.

 a large golden pond and the dark,  thick woods.

 the month is so teasing,

fresh berries are pleasing,

lovers entwine.

pour some fresh summer wine.

our yard

 wait all day. well, a few hours.

until i finally go out. 

Inside home all morning,

into half the afternoon.

finally get up the ambition to go out.

 neighbor starts mowing. 

 picture this.

a racket.  distracting. disturbing.

impossibly bad  bad timing.

i left. 

 now from inside i consider words to write. 

it's hot out there. 

humidity is a factor.

in here it is quiet.

overhead

 can't see the the planes soar over.

they're high up.

maybe they're new york to alaska bound

or some other far place. New Zealand?

also it's cloudy today

what i hear closer to home

are a variety of birds 

and a smidge of neighbor chatter.

doesn't matter; some adult neighbor kids

are visiting for a while this summer.

now there goes another plane.

Oh, so very far away.