August Tease
All week, three-digit temperatures have clung
to afternoons which thirsted for relief.
I woke today; a dab of dampness hung
in morning's atmosphere, and like a thief,
it's waited out the day until the sun
dipped out of view, and now the sky's turned grey
and blowing of a whipping wind's begun!
I go outside and watch the tree limbs sway.
Some droplets touch my skin, and I suppose
it soon will rain. The breeze refreshes me.
I go back in my house and I compose
this poem, but looking out again, I see
the sun peek through the clouds as if to mock.
In hot still air, two birds fly past and squawk!
Aug. 7, 2020
For Brenda Chiri's Nature Rhyming Poetry Contest
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