Through the Tree Branch

Summer Day

By Patricia Taylor Wells

An early morning rain cools the air,

And licks the grass with its tongue

Till each blade stands at attention,

Tall and unafraid.

Soon the sun burns through the clouds

Like a wildfire in the sky,

And little puddles are dried away

By its heat and blinding glare.

The day grows ever longer,

And all is slow and tired,

Unwinding like a lazy stream

That stays a steady course.

At last, the sun begins to sink, 

Casting shadows on the ground.

Cicadas sing their chorus,

And birds on tender branch

Call to one another,

Then chase the fading light.

Another day has ended,

Its troubles swept away—

Yet still, I wait and wonder 

What will tomorrow bring.