She slipped through the hole,
Unbeknownst to us.
The torn screen door banging against its frame.
A pale looper caught up in a breeze not quite summer, but harbinger just the same.
Dressed in dusty layers too fragile to touch,
Not that we would, we cannot see her,
But we can sense the change.
The air is sweeter.
Welcome to Summer. Did you sense a change in your part of the world?
Photo: Campaea perlata “Pale Beauty” on my porch ceiling.