Monday, August 8, 2011

Longing For Rain


















It was hot yesterday, 

in a string of so many hot days it was impossible to remember winter.  

At the pond, the air was alive with dragonflies, 

zipping back and forth like errant kites on a string, seemingly energized by the heat.

  Hummingbirds, too, were active, massing at the feeders morning and evening.



This morning early,

clouds cover the sky and a rare breeze blows from the north,

cooling the air and bringing the vultures out to soar overhead.  

A patch of blue opens in the dark sky,

and I long for heaven.

In the meantime, we long for rain.