August 2016

And such rain…

Paths turn into streams.
Barbecues become bird baths.
All, deliquescing…



Well, the rain is back…

Adherent to rain,
trees dissolve into fluid.
The day liquefies.



Three funerals in one day here…

Feeling most alone
after the bells stop tolling.
And no bird yet sings.



A whole family of jays hog the bird feeders, just as dawn is breaking…

A jay’s jagged cry
rips through the dawn’s grey silence.
The day bleeds crimson.