Waiting
by Kathy Cotton

While September’s first-week
heat and humidity soared,
drenching joggers with sweat,

and gardeners in broad-brimmed
hats heaped their wheelbarrows
with summer debris,

trees dropped a few
brown leaves onto lawns
still thick and green,

and children in shorts
and sandals gathered
at corners for the school bus.

We were all waiting for
the relief of a cool breeze.
It came when autumn came.



 

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