Desolate Days of Summer

My disclaimer must come first!!

I am not a poet.

I do not write poetry.

Poems mystify me.

HOWEVER.

Sometimes, my brain goes beserk. (Could it be from the heat? Probably not )

PLEASE, no critiques :-) I welcome any and all comments but remember I make NO claim as a poet. I write prose. Long pieces. With LOTS of words. :-0

But, because it is summer and in Texas we are hot and we are dry, this is my love offering to you!

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                         Days    of    Summer

Sun sucks moisture from the ground,

heat sears dirt while a

blistering wind whistles through the trees

in sultry days and sweltering nights.

Parched throats breathe stale air and

thoughts, birthed in limp, lifeless minds,

bake to a crisp

before they form.

Searing winds of summer

smack around our souls,

suck skin dry and we

stagger across parched ground

smoldering under the sun and

stale air scorches lungs,

sapping all strength.

Abruptly

water whirls; we

wiggle wantonly within

welcome wetness.

Sprinklers

          spin

                    spit

                              spike

spew

          swirl

                    soaking

                              showers.

Sadly, we shut down the timer

to save precious well water shared with others and

search for shade to

wait for rain

from God.

May you be blessed with safety, your daily bread, and extra portions of God’s great Grace while we wait for rain.

Love,

Liz