September summer
Beats down on the thirsty earth
With soft, moist small fists.
Beats down on the thirsty earth
With soft, moist small fists.
Illuminated,
Leaves glow in a thousand greens;
Here and there, some browns.
Leaves glow in a thousand greens;
Here and there, some browns.
Children shout next door?
No, it is the rooster crowing.
School will have to wait.
No, it is the rooster crowing.
School will have to wait.
A lone bale of hay
Sits in the old barn window
Waiting for a cow.
Sits in the old barn window
Waiting for a cow.
Shadows on the road
Provide small islands of cool
In the turgid sea.
Provide small islands of cool
In the turgid sea.
Perched in a straight line
Flower pots on the driveway
Salute their colors.
Flower pots on the driveway
Salute their colors.
On the journey back
A soft breeze blows on my face;
Tree limbs bow gently.
Parched blank wooden frame
Gives more questions than answers
And stares emptily.
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