The Relentless Arms of August

The Relentless Arms Of August

I see the dust billow
behind the well-used pick-up
on the farm-to-market road
paralleling the paved, lined ribbon
which I drive.

In my yard,
a Robin splashes
in what is left
of my reflecting pond.

The awful browned grasses
and lethargic leaves,
created by a merciless white-hot sun,
and cloudless upper reaches,
turn my thoughts to the rich,
renewing rains of Spring.

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poem by Severien Meyer
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