The house, formerly a home
Waits for the rain
So no one will see its tears

The house, formerly a home
Waits for the rain
So no one will see its tears

Moon shadows beckon
Coyotes run with the wind
Dawn’s soft edge rises

Lightning to the north
Summer storms sweep around us
Trees turn, all too soon

Purple Martins abandon their southern nests, Journey to another clime. Dark clouds gather, Release no rain. A hawk's wings overshadow her prey; closer now.

Silent songbirds
Furled flowers
Listless leaves
Dawn triggers movement
Sunlight stirs the soul
