Friday, September 17, 2010


Summer chairs puddle with rain.

Pots overflowing, drowning.

Stiff straws of grass, stubbornly

brown, turn their backs to redemption.

Daisy and Phlox bow gratefully,

a Monet of cerulean and maize

dripping their scents on

saturated soil.

Although watched faithfully in

it’s first few phases,

the full moon will go unseen tonight.

Maurading mists, turbulent torrents

Rushing, raging, roaring--

circling north and east--

change our view of the world.

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