that unsettled harbinger of the tipping point soaking

steady in cooling reprieve for the

ravaged green curling up its toes

from  summer’s ravaging embrace

rendering the hellebores horizontal,  hydrangeas

have taken to their swooning couches…garden and

gardener gasping- parched and panting…

cold feet finding warm dog sleeping to burrow

beneath while water of life dripping from down pipes

gushing  over gutters overflowing tanks fat with

treasure hoarded

damp earth is ploughed;  the ancient seed of darkness

received in her womb waxing stronger toward winter’s

victory- earth an obedient servant to an ancient trajectory

plotted by the mysterious farmer mandating change…