Summer
The stars with the greater light and lesser light
Have just about faded as purple lies
Blanket like on horizon, death's fog's plight
Soon as sun comes atop trees, across sky flies
The crickets sing for joy this morn, click-clack
It is so steady that they must get tired
Wonder when do they rest? Food they don't lack
For it is summer, grass they can acquire
The fog that on the creek did lie has spread
It's tinacles reaching across woods and vale
The moisture coats the air, even our beds
Making the heat of the day like a veil
Summer with its heat and humidity
Summer has us in its grip almighty
(The sun rose fireball red again_it is going to be another hot one)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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