Sunday, August 15, 2010


The silence of summer is stunning
Cicadas sing but birds are silent
Sweltering sun sucks flowers dry
Dead seedheads dangle in depression
Summer seasons deadly procession
Wind blows them together like chimes
A meadowlark chatters
Too hot to break into song
Skinks suck up the sun
Stuck in pose, summer's statues
Song Sparrow's speak prose
The only soul's to sing summer's praise
In the distance vultures circle
Barely discernible through the haze
Thunder please save us
Bring the gift of pouring rain
End the deafening dearth of sound
Pound pound the dry brittle ground


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