Friday is a deer in a forest full of carnelian,
cherry, and cotton candy bloom.
Excuse her if she takes one green succulent
into her mouth ignoring all the glory
of reds, of pinks, of yellow bearing broom.
She knows that summer is fleeting and leaving
on feet as quiet as her own hoofed whispers
and chooses to savor the green beginning as
summer’s passing looms.
— A Soft Sehnsucht, by Annette Marie Hyder