The air so heavy,
My hair sticks to my cheek,
It feels like a sauna,
For the second week,
The heat is unbearable,
The sun beating down,
The ground is so dry,
Sand blows all around,
It's still by the lake,
The water receded,
The frogs are in hiding,
Rainstorms are needed,
Baked by the sun,
The mud's dry and cracking,
But overhead,
The clouds we're still lacking,
The sky is all blue,
Just a hint of white trim,
But nothing to boast of,
The forecast looks grim,
More sun on the way,
Relief only at night,
As the heat sinks in,
With no rain in sight.
4 comments:
Thats bad weather
more so (if not most)
here in india
Summer is almost here it feels like the heat beat the date. So I wait to here the call. Sun rising with the birds. These are just words it can’t be said the splendor of a hot day. Some would say is miserable some can take the heat. This week is the official start the longest day of the year. So bake in the sun steam in the heat. Drink a cold beer and go bear feet.
I wrote this a while ago and it kind of goes with your post check out my blogg. I would appretiate some tips from another poet.
your stuff is great!
Hi AB,
Really like your poem - would love to use it on my blog (with a photo of the Florida sky).
If interested, please visit my blog. Thanks!
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