Friday, July 25, 2014

It rains and I turn to poetry again...

This was written for our sudden cold stormy snap in July. I keep saying to myself, “It is still summer, I know it!” 7/25/2014

Dropping twenty degrees
Puts me on my knees
The summer wind, cool as the cucumbers
Growing in the garden now slumber
Leaves falling in July
Filling the sky
With dust of another time
Feeling I have to climb
Up and out
I want to shout
It should be warm
On the horizon a storm
Blows in mush
A winter-like hush

Surrounding us