Ordinary Days

June isn't supposed to feel
like fall;
temperatures dropping
toward ice
and harsh winds
that make us wince
thinking about
the joints of fingers
throbbing.

But here we are
as the sky darkens
and the face of the stranger
makes me shiver and rush
to my car like a storm
is on the way to knock out power
and leave us stranded
and struggling in snow.

Turn up the heat
and notice the sound of rain
and the wipers swishing
water and bugs away.
Notice that the green
of this lush month
will bring strawberries
and daisies and indigo
when the lightning strikes
and thunder leave us.

Notice the calendar
as you walk
dripping through the kitchen door--
the calendar bright with anniversaries
and birthdays
and the ways
of ordinary days.