I feel like racing the days to their end, juicing all the sun from each
Somehow storing or prolonging the carelessness that defines summer even as an adult
Rain brings separateness, holing up in homes, sealing windows to keep in heat
No casual connectedness with neighbors and strangers walking past our porch swing.
Soon will come the intimacy of visiting friends sharing meals and toasts
In a glowing room as we defy the cold rain outside - festival of lights!
But now neither fiesta nor feast
September is a hard month
A Wyoming hail storm
