A memory stirs
Willing the mind to recall
That glorious time
When summer lasted for weeks
And not intermittent days
A memory stirs
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Watching
No one will see me
If I hide behind this twig
Until winter comes
Raindrops
Raindrops hanging on.
Twigs moist with autumn’s freshness.
Lens to a new world.
After all that heat
After all that heat
Now we’re complaining about
All the autumn rain
Ruminating
Sometimes I wonder
What it’s like to ruminate
Wouldn’t that be nice
