Dry Leaves

The
old tree has
dry leaves.

I
hear the hush
of the wind.

Each
falling motion
is audible.

Summer
is the enemy
of rain.

We
have sunburned skins
and scorched journeys.

 

2017

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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