*Observations and Thoughts on Sunday Afternoon:

The cold steady rain
has pressed itself against the 
bold anthem of June
 
Nestled crickets hushed
in soggy grasses waiting 
for the Summer burn
 
A frog and raven 
rasp and bark at the red dawn 
reaching for the moon
 
The brawn of the Oak
is the memoir of Winter
Its hope, the acorn
 
©️Winter Dawn Burns

*A Quadra-ku Haiku