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.