Those dry days

As the dry days of summer settle in, 

We say farewell to the last of the rhododendrons 

 As the lavender turns, first gray, then brown, 

And the calla lilies wilt on their tall stalks. 

Is it any wonder I woke up wondering, 

“Have I done enough? 

 Have I reached out enough, or cared enough, 

Or loved enough, or given enough? 

Have I done my part; 

Have I paid enough attention 

 To the needs around me? 

Those moments when the reality 

Of mortality sets in…