Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Even in July

Even in July I feel it coming
like the evening storm
you smell at morning,
a heavy waiting in the air
until the gray clouds
nibble into the western sky
at last.

Like the souring of a love affair
before anything’s gone wrong –
One feels one’s heart drift,
something’s changed.

Like the fluttering in the stomach
that's probably nerves,
but might be a baby.
How could something so important
be so small?

Even in July I smell you, Autumn,
my old friend, beloved season,
I’ve been waiting for you.

Oriental, NC
July 23, 2015


  1. Ahhhh. We all wait, don't we? Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

  2. I read your heart in this piece. Soon, soon, soon. Fall will be upon us. We'll love it! Right now I am rejoicing over cucumbers, zucchini, basil, onions, and potential pumpkins! Yay!

  3. Beautiful, and promising. We were talking about wanting to light a pumpkin candle the other day, in 100 degree heat. As I said, promising for what's ahead. Take care, sweets.

  4. Unfortunately, in the deli business, we find ourselves looking forward to autumn so much (when things slow down!) that we miss some of the enjoyment of summer. I do like cooler weather, though. Like the poem!

  5. Nice poem and pretty picture.

  6. Autumn is aways off here still. Sweating it out.


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