A Song as Summer Ends

 

You wells of implacable sun-blaze
you nibs dipped in life light
I will raise you first
skywards
for that deluge of wetness
that heaven sends
I will raise you first, when it rains
immaterial of my soul's thirst

For now, my eyes, there's more
to see and hear
in the rhythmic dance of mirages on heat melt roads
to gaze hard at clayey cracks, for hark
there's a story in this now parched
mere of water lost. Yes, my eyes
we will take root, to unravel and raconteur
what these dried snags say

Wondrous, we will stay transfixed,
hearing birdsong in silhouettes of avian flight.
For now, my eyes, there's more
to see and hear,

This summer's just a short day
and long's the distance
to that endless night,
when we close.