Dandelions, Jasmine and Wisteria

Away from my own. I borrow. Soil. Wisteria disappears too quickly at summer's strange start and the dandelions seem too few. Portent? Pattern? Jasmine stands with gentle clouds and warm grass, sweet reminder of different dirt.

Another lost summer

Though it is winter, and the north:
I see them.
An echo of colour
overlaid on flap, flutter and rise
Up through the grey, the brown,
the chill.
A distant summer splash.