Weather

It takes so little time

for wind and rain

to blow and wash away

the memory of that long stretch of heat,

for me to feel the quickened pace of fall —

The strong insistence of its shorter days,

the drop of needles, leaves, and time,

the carpeting of dampened, waiting ground,

the swift intake of cooler breath

There may be sun again

before the winter —

I just can’t feel it now

in this particular cross-pattern

of internal and external weather,

its mix of colors

bright and dark against my eyes.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 31, 2015