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REPRIEVE BEFORE INDIAN SUMMER RAINBOWS September brings re-greening of the drought-parched grass I surrendered months ago. I learned the feel of straw and crisp brown leaves when August stole the rain. Bean pods and tomato skins turned leathery against the sun while I took refuge from the heat. As cool mornings return, I feel the urge for sweaters and shiver in renewal. Impatiens right themselves from withering and flash vibrant reds in rhythms to gentle wind. No more cold than this will carry me to spring. © Harding Stedler |
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Commentary: These past two summers, the Southern Plains states have experienced costly droughts--ones that left gardens parched by the first of July, ones that destroyed farmers' cattle and cash crops, ones that left highways littered with abandoned cars because of the extreme heat. Even though I am a heat freak, and enjoy those 90+ degree days, I could not help but empathize with those who suffered miserably. Even I like a garden that lasts into fall. So, September cooling came as a welcome change to those who became "stockholders" in water companies as a result of trying to keep their grass and gardens alive for months. I'm sure the oak trees turned brown along the highways from the heat stress and drought welcomed the cooler days and nights as well. Harding Stedler Bonfire contributor |