Jul. 29, 2018


Shadow box cut out
Tiny aloe sits alone
Blossoms blow beyond

Mountainside torrents
Sweep suddenly through the hills
Droplets cling to vines

Misty rainfall past
Cicada’s voice rasps anew
Rooster calls his hens

Clouds tumble across
A sky still filled with moisture
Dry earth sighs relief

Quiet village wakes
Cool air welcomes busy tasks
Lazy sleep is done.