Oh this sweat upon my brow
Pours from this weather I must embrace
Thick moist air curls my hair and drips from my face
Oh the dog days of summer are here
Where my clothes are stuck and dirt does adhere
Bare foot running across the tar and concrete
Burning the soles of my feet
Breathless and hot not wanting to move
Waiting for a storm to pass over and this oppression to improve
My garden finds elation in this humidity
Making it leaves grow with great solidity
The kids run lemonade stand down the street
The elders stop to buy it and beat the heat
Tho theses days are short in caparison
To view ones perspiration is somewhat embarrassing
I am so thankful for my air-conditioning
I’m just complaining and petitioning
For a brake for this extreme heat
And I shall whistle along with my sweet treat
Oh this sweat upon my brow
Pours from this weather I must embrace
Thick moist air curls my hair and drips from my face
I guess I shall inhere to July and it’s slower pace
Categories:
caparison, naturehair, weather,
Form: Free verse