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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