Michael P. Morin

Killing Time Michael P. Morin

How Dry I attempt to put into words The essence of the season & Eventually realize how dry I feel With anticipation & the Taste of autumn in the air I long for rain Long for rain to gently Touch my face moisturize My soul a cleansing Washing off the collected Dust of summer It is that time of year Again the Fall when I fall in love. . . Please let it rain once more & let it douse the streets good I pray I will absorb The blood of creation Let it seep under my skin How dry I feel waiting Always waiting for autumn