Heat beams down from sun,
Steams up from asphalt.
Sweat streams down face, arms.
Cool hint of breeze stirs.
Parched grass rattles seeds.
Fall will come. And spring.
Interesting Barb - The first version ended with winter, not spring. Then I started thinking about the seeds coming up. I will probably think about both versions some more.
Yes - and for me, a long cold winter! I'm sweating now, too, but I still remember the cold.
ReplyDeleteInteresting Barb - The first version ended with winter, not spring. Then I started thinking about the seeds coming up. I will probably think about both versions some more.
ReplyDeleteI feel the heat when I read this, Victoria. I try to go from AC to AC place. :) What a descriptive piece.
ReplyDeleteThe cycle of life!
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