#3 Three Jars to the Wind

Three Jars to the Wind

This August, I plan to capture summer
and put it inside a jar.
Fields of wildflowers filled with
Milkweed and Yarrow,
a backdrop for cicadas
their songs rising with the heat.

At the beach, I'll place my jar upon the sand
and let it fill
with the voice of the waves
brushing against the shore.
At low tide, mussels and periwinkles
hiding from the sun,
peak out from the squelching sand.
The scents of salt and tides and seaweed
spiral into the afternoon.
I will lure them into my jar
and twist the lid on tight.

On a warm evening,
lit by dancing fireflies
and a backyard barbecue,
the smell of grilled chicken
and roasting corn will permeate the yard.

My mason jar will be so full,
I will need more than one.
Two or three to preserve those days
and save them for days like this.