dissonance & consonance

Yesterday's Weather

the summer we spent beneath the trees,

not even Stravinsky's Rite of Spring
could upset the fragile tide of days.

word of floods, their toll, mud sorrows
more like histories read than yesterday's weather.

almanac rains' gravity fall,
the apples ready, but not willing to let go,

waiting on the cut across tall corn,

the dry, cool winds of a new season

trumpeting a modest triumph,
the rivers turning to cobblestone,

there,

at the end of
the summer we spent beneath the trees.