Monday, September 10, 2012

Approaching Storm

September 10, 8am

Flat pearl sky hovers over the deck
Low breezes rustle ivy, rattle mini blinds
High winds sway pine tips above East Hill
The pitch of a passing street sweeper & heavy gusts conjoin,
          a muted rumble chasing through woods
Chin raised, I detect the aroma of tomatoes
          ripening in their pots
While thick air swirls, raising goose bumps
I don my fleece sweater
          and taste the approaching storm

Garden, Fall

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