September, Indiana

September, Indiana

This time of the year
won’t last forever!

Crickets and birds
and cicadas.

And the sounds of humanity
beginning a new day.

Is that thunder?
Or a jet . . . .

does it matter?

I can tune
into the crickets,

‘til I hear the sad sob
of a dove in the background.

Is it sad?

Seems to me
the dove just praises life itself,

and the breeze rustling
through the leaves answers--

as do the crickets.

Yes, that is thunder.