Heat

After rain, clouds move away,
Scudding off,
Leaving summer's heat,
Dripping off branches,
In puddles on the dirt.
Moist, clinging to my skin,
Water lifted back into the air,
Steaming away.
Sudden warmth,
Draped over the landscape.

Childhood

I am not sure how old I was
When I was told by the thunder,
The old gods have powers.
A simple rock,
Shaped like the thunder-god,
Moss covered.
I giggled about the whole thing,
Only to have wind blow by,
Ancient breath.
Thunder in the distance,
Clouds forming,
Apology dropping.
A child,
Making it better,
Caught in the rainstorm.

Sky

Rose reluctantly fading to darkness,
Laid across the horizon.
Dark streaks of cloud,
Barely lit beneath.
Smell of drying grass
Adds dimension to the sight
Of the first star
Between the clouds tonight.