September Storm

Trees gently rock and sway
Winds of warning begin to play
Summer …slipped away.

We can watch from our home
Seeing where she’ll roam
As she comes and goes
What she lifts and throws
Taking charge of things
Around us.

Gray and wet
Rainy blanket
Covers the sea
And land.

Silver rain
Slides down the pane
Soaking crimson leaves.



Julie Pisacane © 2010