No Rain, a Good Thing
Fuchsin leaves curl and rattle
in dry breeze beneath black gum
as robins scurry to pick berries
fallen from September drought.
Wilting phlox shed bloom and smell
in a death knell as dust chokes
afternoon sun until it sets
across the fields where farmers work.
Soy beans stand tall in fallen leaves
showing ripen grain to harvesters
gleaning bounty until the curling moon
anchors on the wave of rising stars.
No rain in sight--a good thing
this time of year--as leaves sprinkle,
dust whirls in circles, and farmers feed
the world by labor in its season.
Fuchsin leaves curl and rattle
in dry breeze beneath black gum
as robins scurry to pick berries
fallen from September drought.
Wilting phlox shed bloom and smell
in a death knell as dust chokes
afternoon sun until it sets
across the fields where farmers work.
Soy beans stand tall in fallen leaves
showing ripen grain to harvesters
gleaning bounty until the curling moon
anchors on the wave of rising stars.
No rain in sight--a good thing
this time of year--as leaves sprinkle,
dust whirls in circles, and farmers feed
the world by labor in its season.