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