The Fair is in town this week. It signals the end of summer. Yet it is too quiet. I am restless as is my soul. I know not what changes are coming but I wait.
Waiting
My thoughts are in between...
Summer changes into Fall
time stands still
Life becomes restless
with no change...
Predators feeding
on carrion
lose the edge
of a hunt
A dry stream
giving no voice
waits to hear its
song again
Clouds of promise
break and run...
No shower or storm
to rend the
tedium of the wait
Feeling parched,
I thirst for change...
ccd August 2012