Smoky Wind

it is a smoky
dull day from the
cigar in my hand

to the smoke two
houses down a
BBQ or a house

fire hard to tell
from here

I forgot

they got a bunch
of cars out front
and on the street

most every Saturday
no sirens so it is
just burning and

boiling for family

even my Super Coffee
tastes smoky good
but somehow smoky

probably the hazelnut

did you ask about
the clouds

yep smoky too

the clouds are
traveling in pairs
a lower smoky

gray cloud in front
of a higher white
cloud

I am surrounded by
smoky summer heat
hanging in waves

above the ground

nature waits as do
I for a cooling
breeze or at least

a sudden smoky
wind will do

If Trees Could Laugh

the trees and I
look at each other

if trees could laugh
I’d laugh with them

but

we are giddy over the
sunsets we’ve missed

lost in heavy storms
day after day

but today after the
rain there was a lull

filled with quiet and
peace that permitted

the children to come out
and play until dinner

or dark whichever comes
first

the sun is setting
unseen behind a cloud

filled sky casting a
dull light erasing any

shadows barely bright
and low in the western

sky making room for the
night when the trees

will dance and sway and
perhaps laugh because

I know

if trees could laugh
I’d laugh with them

A Visit

darkness and strong winds
preceded the storm as

the trees turned into dark
silhouettes and the

temperature dropped

debris flew off the roofs of
houses nevertheless the

rain held back but not for long

as I remembered a piece of
my childhood about thunder

who told us that thunder is

the sound of Rip Van Winkle and
his men playing ninepins in the
clouds above the Catskills

if my father told us I wouldn’t
believe him and if I laughed
I didn’t know why

I know now

probably nervous to death
with fear constant fear

my hope for them is a brief
visit and speedy return to
the Catskills we visited

a visit
I can no longer remember

from a childhood I rather
not remember

Rip excluded

Silence of the Morning

the air is so hot and still
you can taste it you become
a part of it

the sound of a lawn mower
shatters the air into a
million pieces

after a while you don’t hear
it anymore then it fades
and goes away

the silence of the morning
moves back unheard and
unseen to fill the vacuum

of the sounds that went away

in the South it seems that
the sound of lawn mowers
is part of the ambience

of sitting outside in the
summer heat as one waits
for the air to speak in the

silence of the morning