The Tears of Summer

cowmorning

The grasses in the field have toppled,
and in places it seems that a large, now
absent, animal must have passed the night.
The hay will right itself if the day
turns dry.
I miss you steadily, painfully
~Jane Kenyon from “Heavy Summer Rain”

The sun returns
and the tears will dry.

The impression left on my heart
still twinges with every beat.

Eventually, though trampled and toppled,
I right myself to face the rain again.

The truth is, I need it, can’t live without it.

sunsetgrasss

photo by Nate Gibson
photo by Nate Gibson

3 thoughts on “The Tears of Summer

  1. Some days are like that, Alice. On the road east to take Lea back to college.

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  2. Now I see. The attached is something that I’ve saved for years, now in my resource files. I don’t think I’ve ever sent it to you. This is probably not your first trip taking your daughter, or one of your sons, back to school. But I think the feeling must still be the same. That umbilical cord certainly gets stretched, doesn’t it. Alice

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