SOLSC '16 Day Fifteen: Junebugs

It's too early for junebugs

But one got in the house last night, and another
Was banging spastically against the kitchen window,
Drawn by the light over the sink.

It's too early for junebugs

But there are ant piles spilling out of sidewalk cracks
And dotting yards, among the dandelions
Threatening to ruin picture-perfect lawns.

It's too early for junebugs

But spider lines are glistening in the morning sun
Waving in the March breeze, like jump ropes
Twirled by the trees and grasses that anchor them.

It's too early for junebugs

But the hosta is poking its bright green spearlike head
Through the soil in the pot outside my door
Flowerlike sedum bursting in another container.

It's too early for junebugs

But the morning sun is bright and hot
Forcing me to cast my eyes downward on my walk
Noticing the ant piles, and dandelions, and spider lines.

It's too early for junebugs.