Indian Summer © Poem by Roann Mendriq

A neon sun, in furnace sky,
Fiercely brilliant, harshly stark;
Blazing whitehot, burning high,
Sweltering sultry, stubbon spark.

Grasses wilt beneath the glare,
withering with one fiery glance;
Defying wildflowers, with a dare,
to start their annual summer dance.

Heat saps the earth with gasping breath,
along the dried and dusty path;
Where thirsty sparrows cheating death,
revell in a dry mud-bath.

Scorching waves with no respite,
Beware an Indian Summer's smite.