for us to start believing
in summer's end -
some clouds and wind,
the possibility of night rain -
and we notice
a different tone across the fields -
though they are parched and seem set
for unremitting dryness,
a siege span they must cross
before the rains come,
some of the yellow is also
leaves starting to turn
here and there,
leaves falling and drifting in the wind,
getting ready
We are not ready,
but that has never
made any difference.
We will be there with it
when it comes.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2020
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