9/8/22
The calm summer air was building up to something more
The wind blew in a way that was just so
At dusk the sky was blue and purple
The growing breeze created shadows of the moving trees
Bats flew through the cooling air
Feeding quicker than normal
The air smelled of ozone
Sharp but sweet in the humid air
"I can smell the rain coming," I said
A storm was astir
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Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
