Feeling a little
sinusy this morning
in a fall-like way.

Michelangelo
clouds float in the evening sky;
where is God's finger?

Things softly rustle
like sheets haunted by ghosts
in the twilight breeze.

Awake in the dark
I can't go back to sleep, but
don't want to get up.

The rain has softened
everthing my eyes see to
a pulpy green haze.

The sun is breaking
through the sweet, dark comfort of
the overcast sky.

Suddenly the air
thickened, sucking all my breath
away with it's heat.

Watching as the specks
of evening light splash my fence
with waving shadows.

As morning broke
I saw five deer leaping though
a field in a blink.

The morning wind is
whispering in my ears things
I'd long forgotten.

Violent thunderstorms
have brought unseasonable
cool to thirsty green.

Corn stalks soar over
my fence; where in the hell are
Dorothy and Toto?

The hollow in my
stomach tells me summer's over-
the fun part at least.

Something in me loves
an indomnatable spirit-
I don't know quite why.

Rooms of crepe mertle
soar over my wooden fence-
a house of flowers.

Trees sag with heavy
loads of over-ripe greeness
as summer bares down.

The sound of whirring
motors fills the air as lawns
submit to haircuts.

The pink of morning
peeps in my window later
now as summer ebbs.

Cicada rackett
chimes in my ears near bedtime
making me restless.

I know summer's not
over yet, but my heart aches
to think of it gone.

Something beautiful
about the violence of
late summer's wild storms.

What are those small, white
flowers blooming on the stump?
They flutter like sails.

A million burning
stars spelling out the past with
with dots of blazing white.

The moon was in my
window last night; following
me around, smiling.

A tiny moment
of calm and peace before the
wheel moves forward.

Bright new weeds have sprung
their heads among the flowers-
rains have made them brave.

The damp morning grass
has begun to steam with the
promise of noon heat.

Lazy summer green
has spread in all directions,
pillowing the ground.

The summer is back
with a vengence; blazing heat
streams from the sun's mouth.

The moon is too bright!
I'll have another sleepless night
in its laughing gaze.

The dimpled shadows
of each tree's leaves makes a house
of light and darkness.