its quiet now
very still
the storms have pased me by
the wind has lay down
she is spent
the rains have ceased
they are appeased
the sun has come out
and washes the earth with his light
searching everything
lighting up the dew
like jewels left behind in the grass
and i, in the face of renewed heat
retreat to my inner chambers
to await cooler days
to await the coming of the golden knight
of fall
riding in on his brazen steed
to slay the beast of summer
and make ready for the ice queen
the lady winter
when she comes to sit on her throne