The first softness of the summer
tentative as your hand at the beginning
a reminder of what feeling is
when it can be something free
as a hope brushed open
unweighed and trembling
to see a sky again
its infinity no longer a weight.

This air brings purpose
shines shadow away
all fragrance and sensation.
I'll reach for soil
make space and offer time
we need care for this
as warmth finds a home
by the tree trapping Feynman's sun.