Heatwave
We stepped carelessly outside
one hot August day,
to see the seething summer sun
and her wrath on us she lay.
The sweltering heat
it struck us first,
and sent us hunting for shade
dizzy with thirst.
So heavy was that air
so unforgiving that cruel sun,
she scalded my skin to blisters
then blinded my eyes for fun.
In the shade of an oak
for a moment we lay,
but through the branches she pushed
and relief she burned away.
Waving our white flag
back inside we did retreat,
to the air-conditioned rooms
sighed the sun 'vengeance is sweet'.
Copyright © Siorca Michelle | Year Posted 2024
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