Thick, low
lines of
cumulus clouds
migrate north,
each billow
at a
steady pace.
Thicker white
above remains
still, calm— 
like our
June days,
varying forecasts
across our
bluegrass state.
We now
continue on
into hopeful
goldenrod tomorrows,
to join
together again
next time.
Til then,
we bid
one another
a fond
adieu.