Summer’s End
A seesaw summer ending
hot, cold, dry, wet,
little in between
The blueberries on the mountain that were hard and green
now gone. I missed the ripening.
Left, right, up, down, we laugh and cry, dance and mourn,
attempting to balance on shifting sands,
grateful for the comfort of Gaia’s peaceful forests.
Today I found an old love letter hidden at the bottom of a drawer
Dearest——–
I remember the day we met, and when he left,
not a lot in-between
that part is tucked in the corner of my heart that never closed
remembering, I cried.
5:30; it’s black and thundering, chickadees came for a last bite of
seeds before the rain
tomorrow half rainy, half sunny.
Carol Toba
August 2024