Mother nature, give me a break, it's too damn hot.
The sun is a furnace, a weight on the chest,
With no hint of shadow, no promise of rest.
The asphalt is simmering, liquid and gray,
As noon holds the world in a pitiless sway.
The cicadas are screaming a static command,
While heat ripples dance cross the scorched, yellow land.
Not a leaf dares to flutter, not one cloud will form,
To puncture the glare of this blistering storm.
Oh, Mother, I’m wilting, I’m losing the fight,
I’m drained by the glare and deprived of the light.
The air is a blanket, oppressive and thick,
Can you not find a breeze? I am feeling quite sick.
I’m begging for mercy, for heavens to break,
Or a cool, rushing gust for a dehydrated sake.
Please holster your fire, turn the thermostat low,
And give us a break from this tropical glow.
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Comments3
So well written in wonderful rhyme and good meter it speaks of too much heat, relentless and merciless hot weather. Nicely imaged in words.
thanks
You are so welcome my friend
Good write F.
thanks
Truly agree with your words that rhyme, painting an image of recent times, may Lord relieve us from this damn summer of worst times…very well penned dear poet
Thank you
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