Between Storms

Poetic Glimpses From Late Summer

As late summer careens between drought and rain, there is a sense of things recovering slowly. They have a difficult summer to recover from, hence this first poem, written when the heat once again seemed ascendant.

Colorless

Everything is brown.
Everything's burnt pale or dark,
Tan or umber,
Gravel or char,
By the sun's ferocity.
The only gleam of color sings
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