Talking to Myself

I was awakened at five
by the sound of heavy
rain crashing on our

metal roof
heck of a way to start
a Monday

it is now thirteen-thirty
the sun is out and the
wind is picking up

I can hear the distant
thunder and see the
lightning strike

the lawn is too wet to
cut and there are still
receding pools of water

on the patio

I can’t see the jet or
the small plane but I
hear them fly overhead

unaware of the coming
storm which looks
ominous and mighty

but the coming storm is
only the tiniest display
of God’s power

my phone beeps with a
text message from LDH
reporting 16,541 new

cases of COVID-19 since
Friday along with 2,720
hospitalizations

the governor adds get
vaccinated mask up and
help save lives

how many more deaths will
it take

how much longer will
arrogance and ignorance
rule

God is speaking to us through
the storm calling us back
to him

is anyone listening

or am I only talking to myself

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

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