September Poems (2023)

The Dregs of Summer

Summer is ending
and the rain comes with it,

a polarized pouring
that bickers with the heat;
compromises in humidity.

The seasons are changing and I flinch
as the rain splatters across my cheek.

I wish I were more like the cows,
They stand silently in the downpour.

The colorless clouds and
shadows of a falling sky

cause their hickory hides to darken;
rain drips down their ears and
they blink, unbothered.

The precipitation strengthens
and hazard lights yawn to life
on the cars ahead;

their deep red is
the only color gash of color
in the gray world.