Augustan

Stultification sets in with returning heat. Heavy earthbound air is so unlike the lightness of the cirrus clouds I watch, white sweepings on the pale blue sky. I keep nodding off, my mind probably thinking it can escape, seeking some cool dream of the deep forest shade and running streams. If I can keep my eyes open I know the air will soon cool. The sun is already among the pines, and the evening breeze is beginning to stir. The day has seemed terribly long, though, and thickly blanketed with bright light. I'm ready for the stars to pull that blanket away and glisten like icy gems on nocturnal velvet.


( Sunday Verse )