[haiku for the first day of summer]
clear crisp sunrise
the clouds kissed with pink —
keep this moment
Tag Archives: summer
Not Fall or Fall Adjacent
The first storm in weeks that felt redemptive. Not Fall or Fall adjacent. But there was something almost flirty: the way it brushed past, pushed to the Indiana side of the river; then at the water tower wrapped back over bringing a curtain of rain.
The great weeping world wrung dry
The heat will break but not before it breaks us. We do not acknowledge dreams of that blizzard from collective childhood memories, the world suspended like an insect in arctic amber… that urge for the silence right before snow falls
forgetting that silence terrifies us.