May 2, 2012 - Not really a Small Stonecarried away by Teri H Hoover
I walked out my backdoor... and ponder the very tall clouds, rumbling off to the west.
Nearly half way through my walk-
the thick blanket of heat consuming my body,
is carried off
by a slight but sturdy breeze
Up the almost flat stairs, I am nearly home-
Slight Breeze tumbles the leaves above my head and whisks me forward.
Opening the gate into my backyard garden -
the rain clouds are no where to be seen.
Slight Breeze has carried them away.
I grab the hose to water the hopeful herbs.
Slight Breeze throws a cooling spray into the air
Old hot skin, dampens and smiles.