SEARED AND SIZZLED

For days I’ve sizzled in this heat,

this heat wave, ninety plus degrees;

even the nights remain too hot,

too hot to really rest

and I’m as withered as my lawn,

both tanned a golden brown,

seared by a sun that’s merciless

and the thrush and robin cry for rain.

Miller’s pond is shallow and defeated

but the algae is growing green.

There’s not a ripple anywhere…

Summer’s worst I guess

and in evening as the day is done

there still seems no cooling down

as the setting sun ignites the hills

and the stars all seem like sparks…

It’s summer’s worst I guess.

Comtu Falls is but a trickle.

Its great waters no longer leaping free.

There’s no breath of air, no cooling,

as day drifts into night.

White light flares on the horizon,

not a grumble, not a sound…

Still fireflies dance, cicadas trill

and the thrush and robin cry for rain.

Heat exhaustion claims both young and old.

It’s summer’s worst I guess.

The temperatures still hover

near one hundred degrees

and it seems the earth will melt.

No rain in tomorrow’s forecast

as this heat wave just waves on.

For days I’ve sizzled in this heat,

I’m cooked with no respite from this searing

heat and earth and soul are drained.

In evening as the day is done

the night remains too hot,

too hot to really rest.

and the stars all seem like sparks

as the setting sun ignites the hills

and heat lightning flares and flashes

while the thrush and robin cry for rain.

Earth thirst and so do I.

For days I’ve sizzled in this heat,

seared and sizzled by degrees.