(Note: I first heard “snort fort” in Leo Kottke’s “Jack Gets Up” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghHhRklLQzE). I’d love to take credit for it, but can’t.–jrs)

An oddly unfamiliar sound seeps
to me in my snort fort of sheets and pillows.
The dog yawns and my belly
makes a noise like an evening bullfrog
as I stretch and groan to the grey light.
It’s official:
the long dry summer has given way.
Fall puts a membrane of rain
over everything in this Oregon pocket.

(top: oregonlive.com; rainy rainbow: greghughes.net)