Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

The Sun Beats Down

The sun beats down on my garden's back --
Looking up, I squeeze my eyes tightly
Seeking a cloud that will let down
Her skirts...
I mumble a prayer for moisture
As once-staunch squirrels slump
Their faces drawn, like withered leaves

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Jennifer Proxenos August 9, 2019 at 3:40 PM Are you having a draught out there across the pond, or just a dry patch - either way Gershon my friend my prayers are with you for rain, please God. Hugs, Jenny. Gershon Wolf August 9, 2019 at 4:12 PM Not a drought exactly, but we sure could use more rain! Thanks for your prayers! :) gw

John Gondolf August 9, 2019 at 8:25 AM Nicely penned, Gershon, sounds like Texas in August. All the best my friend. John Gershon Wolf August 9, 2019 at 12:10 PM I was calling on my years in Chicago, but Houston will certainly do. Thanks for the support, John. Best wishes, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues August 9, 2019 at 6:20 AM What an interesting way...a poetic and sensuous way to express your desire...for rain! Nice Gershon Wolf August 9, 2019 at 12:09 PM There you go: Rain can sometimes be vastly underrated! :) gw