Dog Days

Flowers, bend over,

mourning the loss of beauty.

The grass, once lush now dry,

wait for the cooling rains,

that seem to take their time.

The birds fly into the deep green

of the trees seeking cooling

shelter, while the old couple,

sit under the shade, waving

fans made of the daily news.

These “dog days” bring a time,

of reflection, as we rest in the shade,

our shadows mingling together.

Hearts drawn into a deeper place,

where souls find peace,

and children dance through,

watery streams, laughing in delight,

reminding all that life is joy,

even as the grass and flowers brown,

even as we grow old, grace abounds. 

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