In the not-quite-spring
we live in this almost summer
a cliffhanger
a pause
the breath that is held
until we find our calm

In the not-quite-spring
of this almost summer
we worship the sun
in its gentler months
as life returns
and the world shines its green

In the not-quite-spring
of every almost summer
we accept our own
in-betweenness
through the process
of our own becoming

Our incomplete transformation
in this almost summer – Caroline A. Slee