Get Your Premium Membership

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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 6/5/2020 6:06:00 AM
I feel the heat of your poem...those poor shriveled up flowers!
Login to Reply
Krutsinger Avatar
Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/5/2020 7:12:00 AM
It is sadly what looks like might happen again this year.
Date: 6/4/2020 12:52:00 PM
It's a wonderful poem Madam. The stanzas are beautifully written expressing summer in a different perspective than the ones I have read. Love Jhinuk.
Login to Reply
Krutsinger Avatar
Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/5/2020 7:12:00 AM
Thank you so much; I appreciate your comment.

Book: Shattered Sighs