The land sighs
heat rolls on incessantly
and she
stirs uncomfortably
under the weight
We groan in solidarity
achy joints and clammy
we grieve
a gritty wind
on our skin
Some time before dawn
the clouds that have
attempted this advance daily
finally carry enough
ballast to arrive
Surging over
incalescent turbulence
engaging
a rising wall
of sullen heat
They are here
Cool descends
with each drop
drumming on my roof
clearly melodic
songs of earth
Life stirs
a fever broken
some hundred thousand flying ants
rise sparkle-winged
bobbing in the new washed light
-lisa, 2 April, 2012
-lisa, 2 April, 2012
2 comments:
so good
Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful poem...
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