Monday, April 02, 2012


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
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


Trevor Borden said...

so good

dana said...

Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful poem...