Changes
Broken by brief rain
dull heat disappears
tail between its clouds
I recall late-August
mornings as a child
dressing by the fire
Oatmeal bubbled thick
in big blackened pot
Mountains unmoved
since we went to bed
Clouds now crest them
heavily like a toddler
riding your shoulders
Hi Ed, Hoping you are safe and well.. So far, we are OK here in Westchester Co. NY [but wishing we were at camp] 🙁
This is a wonderful image, wistful , hopeful…
Thanks
Nice poem Ed. Sounds like this is perhaps a memory from the Adirondacks, as opposed to the Tionesta area?