The thin air of summer
Drifts softly into view
The pine cones
Hang in clusters
Laced with warming dew
Brooms of hay lay nestled
Lining the dusty road
Hillsides burst into blueness
Swept in amber gold
Silence comes in easy
Houses sag their sides
Sunshine filters clouds
Hawks swim on wind tides
Notes of smoke
Stray from fallen leaves in piles
Trees shushing gently
Their branches swish their sleeves
Parted lips
So tender
Wet
With laden breeze
First published in Switching to ON!: The 2025 SebArts Writers Anthology AUG 2025 Wordrunner Press *print only