Serafina Autumn by Hank Blackwell
Serafina Autumn
by Hank Blackwell
Clouds loom low this morning,
remnants of yesterday’s long-awaited rain,
nestling in the folds of the mesas
like kittens…
This belated storm calmed
desert nerves,
the cool morning
and wet earth
coaxing shelved hope
back into focus.
Purple asters opened.