Wednesday morning

Just as  the morning sun topped the trees,
cutting through the early warmth
I felt the slightest kiss of a cool breeze;
not more than a puff and then gone.

A few yards away a squirrel was watching me.
I stopped and watched him. “Did you feel it too?”
He looked away as if to disagree.
I tossed him a peanut and he was gone.

My question remained.

I walked and thought about summer trickling away.

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For Ragtag Daily Prompt: TRICKLE (verbs are ok, right?)