Dissatisfaction

Dissatisfaction

In the mimosa tree
the jays perch,
to heckle the pigeon couple
producing yet more offspring.

Warblers have found
their tongues again,
after the drought
that dried up their songs

They sing for rain,
like the frogs in the pond,
but with a better ear.

And we walk in the evenings,
that fall so quickly, so dark ,
regretting the lingering,
languid heat of high summer.