Summer afternoon is still hot
Sun moves in blue sky
Stinging and biting the earth
Silence drifts in and out of mild breeze
Like Earth's heart beating on ventilator
I wish for heat to go away
But it sticks upon white concrete
With dead worms and skeleton bugs
The spark of life that morning sun ignites
Vanishes in afternoon heat
Nothing seems to be moving
In that pensive and harsh landscape
The only soft touch comes from a pink Hosta
Its green foliage
Limping to survive the heat
A glint of light flicker among leaves
As a patch of cloud
Moves in blue sky to cover the sun
A shadow of dark spreads through
Not so green a lawn
Like a giant merciful hand
To shade the burning earth
A soothing balm for my own weariness
I stand there to watch
A fiery afternoon
Getting subdued
A gladness returning to tired heart.
The cool mornings slip away too soon and we begin to feel the scorching heat of the sun. The hot summer afternoons are so weary, draining all energy away. We get a little relief at times when massive clouds come and veil the flaming sun! A great write! !
On such hot dreamy afternoons Time often stands still for the muse Between the harsh light and dark shadows Verses are born that you could make use Good poem Madam and I welcome you to my page for your comments please....
~ Last few drops of humidity, hidden away from summer showered on my soul...
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A lovely description of weather in a hot day and even the afternoon.