turning point

Day begins just in the heart of the summer heat, spread over everything like a net. Walking along the small road makes birds fleeing from the trees. Smells like burned, charred leaves. Cloud like a gigantic rosish white and spiralling helix divides the sky, with small cloud branches connected to it. Is the sky a gift today? Rejoining the station like walking on flying steps.

summer morning walk
the dog and his master share
same wondering look

ending summer heat
trees have grown red fruits 
from fire seeds

Feels like the weather should definitely change today, are we on this point when summer packs and prepares to go? During the afternoon, though ground and walls are all covered with dust, the slight rain that falls does not smell like beach. The wind carries a white and cool smell.

summer is ending
through the rain wind sings that
soon the birds will leave