Summers Heat
We melt into the hotness of God's will.
Sun's solar power in all directions.
Nothing is moving. The oak trees are still.
Air is muggy per June's imperfections.
Blue green hummingbird seeks sweet summer snack.
Tiny frog heads toward cat's water bowl.
Thirsty wildlife hunts lake or stream, no slack.
Being hydrated the ultimate goal.
Grass died, now turning a furious brown.
Flowers have shriveled, crushed inward now too.
There is no moistness on flowers or ground.
Muggy in Kansas where people have flu.
Cardinals look for light places to bathe.
Farmer prays for crop, corn heads to the grave.
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