At Three Word Wednesday, we were given the words, Breeze, Mellow, and Tickle.  I’m posting two!  Amy

Tickle of Spring

Wisconsin weather’s fickle,
so imagine my surprise
when a new-sprung weed did tickle my bare legs below my thighs.

The season’s first red robins
were singing in the trees
as waking wisps of summer
hummed softly in the breeze.

There’s nothing quite so mellow
as an overture to summer…
but lest a blizzard interrupt,
the shovel stays put. Bummer!

(c) 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil