Watering After Summer
by Carol Hamilton
Scent of sweet autumn clematis
holds down the newly-dampened
earth smells that my showers produce.
Drops of water sparkle into the chilled air
already athrum with disturbed sound waves
being made by the high school drummers
practicing on higher land east of me.
This dawn light is listless,
robed in thin clouds,
but still the fragrant air sings September.
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