skies darken

leaves hurl from leaning trees

summer storm

pursed lips, narrow eyes

road work ahead

****

first light 

not even a breeze

storm blown over

gentle silence

road repaired

                 ****

entrenched in their views

neither listens or gives in

what can be done

when two stubborn souls meet

     dig where the ground is soft 

****

sunless sky

summer mist, gentle breeze

clock screams

I yell back

rocky start of day

                                                                                                                           JDG