These Hazy Days

Sun Spots

It's dark out here.

The old gray boards of the porch stoop

sag and stammer slightly

and there's no moon

visible tonight.

The magnolias lining the driveway

lost their sashes months ago.

The border collie triplets

are asleep in the shed.

From over the hill come breezes

carrying Russian olive on their backs.

My mug has gone cold in my hand.

There was an earthquake here

yesterday and I'm still feeling rattled.

It made all the leaves fall before their time.

I don't want to fall before my time.

In the cool quiet dark, I close

my eyes and see green sun spots.

I blink but they remain.