This Is Temporary
In all the silent sitting there is still and present peace. Yet soon the June bug pops against glass, until, upon release, it exerts a fleeting thrust, like a clumsy and foolish Icarus, flying towards the setting sun. Grass grows and speaks its grassness. Strands of bubbles blown from the bows of skeleton keys fatten, float, and burst like swollen exploding eyes. Swirls of wisteria and bindweed hint at beauty, encircling sunflower and honeysuckle in a tangle of summer. The flickering code of fireflies climbs the sky through branches above the backyard. The nights are cha-cha, rumba, bossa nova, and samba on the patio record player, and like the bright bricks of the back wall, colored only in chalk, fade in three quick months.
Dear Suburbia 
yes, fade….fade…into…what? well, we’ll know in time. meantime, way nice summer picture you’ve drawn and some fine summer fotos.
Thank you…yes…living in the moment. We’ll know when, where, how the fading becomes what it may all in good time…Peace.
The words do bring alive all the pictures you have shared. It’s a beautiful exploration from bug through foolish Icarus, and flowers gliding summer. Wonderful season. 🙂
Thank you so much. Very kind and thoughtful of you. Happy you liked it. Peace to you.