Dry
There is a whisper on the wind a herald autumn’s coming! The drip-drip dew downspout says thank goodness since the drought has done us in. The garden’s full of crisp, brown leaves copper needles, so many thirsty throats.
(The August Poetry Postcard Project was initiated by Paul Nelson of Seattle, WA. It challenges poets to write a poem a day in one go with no revisions on a postcard. Afterwards, the postcard is mailed to other participants. This is my second year and I had fun making friends along the way. I will be sharing the postcards here, most of which are printed with my photos.)