WindWhips the prairie grassesPushes cottony clouds across the skyNudges cattle toward water holesDries seed pods, flowers, and grainsSends milkweed parachutes flyingBends trees 'till they lean in submissionSweeps dust down country roadsPresses heat against my shouldersWhistles though the tree topsWind 

Playtime in the summer heatRun in the sprinkler. I'm sweetDig in the sand. Stay cool,Wade in the bubble pool.Run barefoot in the grasses;Hope this summer never passes!

Balancing on slender stemsSeeming to spring from nothing,Like sunlight stored in green pods But, really joy, growing, swellingBeginning to stir to life,Can stay pennedUp inside no longer—NoNot another hour,Not another minute!Pop! Sunburst!