2017.06.27: wither

Three weeks without rain

Rising summer temperatures

Green hillsides turn brown

2017.06.26: tracks

otherwise hidden
mailbox and blue trash bins
point to residence

long before sunrise
chorus of songbirds break out
first hymn on Sunday

spaced along low wall
flowers posted like sentries
imposing good will

above man’s threshold
while people enter and leave
dove raises new brood

stripped sycamore barks
wind strewn across unloved yard
naked in new skin

borne on winds of change
more like murmurs than voices
easy to ignore