Summer Rain

the sweet smell of rain,
a breath of air enters her open windows
cooler, but only momentarily
a cool kiss, on a hot day
she lounges
on her feather down sofa,
taking in the rising song of
small peepers
clinging to the bark of trees
beyond the glass

she tries hard
to just enjoy the moments of
solitude, her mind wandering hopelessly
to the flesh of a man
she will never realize again,
there are others she could turn to
but, they would only disappoint

darkness slowly seeps through the trees
birds making there last melancholy song
of the day,  to the one they adore
before huddling down into their
nest of love .... even though she knows how
happy they deserve to be,
it sometimes rubs her feelings raw
that she no longer has what makes
them sing so joyfully