wasps
among the windfalls
August light

first day of school
summer’s change
in a canning jar

waterfall
near the end of dry season
a black groove in the stone

this time
I don’t kill the wasp
summer’s end

first fall day
she speaks of taking
one more long trip

cantaloupe
the sweetness
of drought

back to school —
slug trails
on home plate

late summer wind
the marks on a hay bale
where it was bound

    autumn equinox
a sunbeam divides the melon
    evenly into two

new coolness —
the mushroom’s
steep tilt