#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

East of me, west of me, full summer.
How deeper than elsewhere the dusk is in your own yard.
Birds fly back and forth across the lawn
                                        looking for home
As night drifts up like a little boat. . .

Excerpt from After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard, Charles Wright

Clouds and rain, clouds and rain, the plants are so happy. And Frank is home and the household is happy. Today, sitting at my computer with the window open to the yard and the cool air blowing in, I thought, this doesn’t feel like summer. Definitely a fall-like day. We are deep in August now. I love having the windows open so I can feel myself a part of the outdoors going to sleep, or waking up.