the newborns

July is a month of rain and delicate beginnings.

Sprouts. Births. Seedlings.

Who and what will survive to see the next summer?

There is also this chilly smile of approaching winter.

You must know what winter is to prepare for it.

The new-borns: they will face winter without even knowing it.

It is too early to talk of winter.

They are still suckling the rain gods.

Who will survive the weaning?

We will never know.

Too many will be born next July.