Posted Monday, July 7th, 2003
Summer's Three H's
I am captive in Summer's humid mouth.
Even at midnight,
she wraps me in her blanket of heat.
She drapes a veil of haze
masking distances and blue sky.
Trapped by a Bermuda High, her air beats
me like clothes in a dryer,
the wind blows oven temperatures.
I wilt under her solar gaze.
Comments [post a comment]