A Change of Weather

Tom Hennen

 First sunlight ripples on the grass and still water.

 Then the air is filled with flying seeds.

 Long mosquitoes rise out of the hackles of the earth.

 The day brushes my cheek with a touch of cold fingers. 

Clouds leap in bunches from beneath the horizon and cover the ground as completely as a dark thought.

 Rain begins first deep inside where I can smell the dust I’m made of.