The summer blows away while the dog sleeps
Sun on the tiles
orange soft as cat-fur
spreads quiet as memories
the wind from the south
blows hot restless as dancing leaves
as the skittish deer
death lies in shadow
not this lazy heat that stretches and yawns—
I banish the shadows
wind turns fickle
slaps the other cheek
rain-wet winter-cold
and the rain running
rills pouring from eaves
your tide ebbing
is it in the sky
mingled with rain clouds sparse sun
that destiny is decided
does it matter
if the gap in the clouds closes again
like a golden wound?
I watch you sleeping
in the warm round of your bed
while rain lashes
and the great indifference
of nature carries us both
gentle as any mother.
The summer blows away while the dog sleeps Sun on the tilesorange soft as cat-furspreads quiet as memories the wind from the southblows hot restless as dancing leavesas the skittish deer death lies in shadownot this lazy heat that stretches and yawns—I banish the shadows wind turns fickleslaps the other cheekrain-wet winter-cold and the rain … Continue reading The summer blows away while the dog sleepsRead MoreJane Dougherty Writes
