A glaring August sun
Pales into an inky dusk.
I can smell the thundery air
And, hear the children and dogs
Chasing each other across
The abandoned ground next door.
A flaring flame lights up a flickering light
As I lay listening to the sounds of things
That I cannot see and an evening haze envelops me.
Sudden lightning without sound
Followed by a quick downpour,
Just enough to remind me of the fleeting nature of things.
I feel lucky to be able to grab
A moment in time, pondering if
The waning blue moon will burst out
From the lengthening shadows,
Flooding my windows with light tonight.