The Wet Summer, poetry written by Carl Parsons at Spillwords.com
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The Wet Summer

The Wet Summer

written by: Carl Parsons

 

One summer there was it rained and rained.
The blue jays gathered to squabble and complain
in our hickory trees. It rained most often
in the day, for twenty days or thirty.
And the summer was mostly cold.
In the streets the people went their way
beneath umbrellas, and their boots
scattered rainbows on oil-slick pools.

The rain was soft, almost a mist.
But seemed to wash the world quite clean.
The slow-moving clouds and mists
Dipped down as if to kiss the musty ground.
The bark of the trees was wet and dark.
And the sun, when it came, how it pleased!
It would slant its light across their leaves.

So many years of drought and heat,
everyone said, this we deserve for this we need:
the cisterns filled and the crops in the field
grown lush and fat for all to eat.

But several times in those summer’s nights
the sky would break apart and burst in fire.
Its flashes lighting up the neat, trimmed lawns
that filled with hail. It gathered in piles,
and I watched to see it twitch like one in agony or pain.
The neighborhood shook with bursts of thunder,
deafening even the sound of the hail
constantly crashing on our metal roof.

By morning, the mists would come again.
Then people would say the thunder was just
potato carts dumping down a hill.
But now the hickories gave off their scent,
as though we’d rubbed their green-shelled fruit
that swelled among their leaves and limbs.
Autumn was gaining fast we knew,
and in the brownness of its dry crisp days
this summer’s mists would melt away.

Carl Parsons

Carl Parsons

Carl Parsons, a former manufacturing manager for TRW Automotive, has had a secondary career as a college instructor of rhetoric and literature. Now retired, he serves as a Master Gardener for the University of Tennessee Extension office and contributes essays on botanical subjects to Hey, Smokies! (an online travel magazine). He has also served as associate editor for Heater, a crime fiction magazine. Currently, he is an active member of Scribophile online writers’ workshop. Born in Parkersburg, WV, he now resides in Kodak, TN. Publication Credits: • Crime Novella, Jukes, to be published in March 2020 by Dark Passages Publishing • Short story, “Judith and Phillip,” published by Foundling House (2019) • Short story, “Another Bus Ride for Sunny,” published by Spillwords Press (2019) • Two poems published with Literary Yard (2019) • Two poems published with Plum Tree Tavern (2019)
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