A Sailor's Warning

~The sun sizzles on the horizon like a fried egg in a cast iron skillet. Yellow yolk bleeding across the treetops. Semi-solid seeping across the backlit hardwood forest. The dusky branches of maple and blue black pitchy pines dress in liquid light, a sailors warning… The air, wool muffler thick, smothers the early eve. Drought burns the landscape and the wilt is on the lilac. Gnats flitter, lighter than the dense layers of ashen evening. Sucking creatures invade the weakness in branch, leaf and man. And so the malaise of August continues into night gasping~