The once still leaves
have been disturbed by
a gentle wind.
Clouds hover thickly in
the blue sky.
Temperatures that were
mutually tolerated has
fallen back to a degree
of dissatisfaction.
The sound of neighborhood
windows closing to shut
out the cooling air.
Lingering bright in to the
faded evening, the sun
still enforces its glaring brightness
only to have noone afraid
of its lasting effect.
Light changing to shade,
bright blue heavens
transformed to a smokey grey.
Daylight weakening with every
hour. Dampness felt by many.
Summer has reached its peak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem