Storm

There's a storm coming,
The temperature has fallen
And the sky is low

"I think it might snow," she says,
"The first snow of the new year."

Chai and a novel
Keep away the day's worries
From the evening hours

He attempts a different route
For his daily two-mile walk

Brief gusts of warm wind
September cherry blossoms
While plum blossoms fall

Three brothers and their wives
Trade stories of how they met

Sometimes love endures,
Sometimes it turns to hatred --
Seasons of the heart

"It's been hot for weeks," he says.
"The garden needs some watering."

Mud dries, becoming dust
Clouds disappear in the sky
And the sound of flies

At the elegant cafe
Coffee's served to perfection

As the moon rises
Over the cool cityscape
Fresh September winds

"A long time's passed since we talked.
It's good to see you again."