Savita Tyagi

Summer Afternoon - Poem by Savita Tyagi

Summer afternoon is still hot
Sun moves in blue sky
Stinging and biting the earth
Silence drifts in and out of mild breeze
Like Earth's heart beating on ventilator
I wish for heat to go away
But it sticks upon white concrete
With dead worms and skeleton bugs
The spark of life that morning sun ignites
Vanishes in afternoon heat
Nothing seems to be moving
In that pensive and harsh landscape
The only soft touch comes from a pink Hosta
Its green foliage
Limping to survive the heat
A glint of light flicker among leaves
As a patch of cloud
Moves in blue sky to cover the sun
A shadow of dark spreads through
Not so green a lawn
Like a giant merciful hand
To shade the burning earth
A soothing balm for my own weariness
I stand there to watch
A fiery afternoon
Getting subdued
A gladness returning to tired heart.

Comments about Summer Afternoon by Savita Tyagi

  • Gold Star - 50,833 Points Akhtar Jawad (10/27/2014 12:01:00 PM)

    A lovely description of weather in a hot day and even the afternoon. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 45,665 Points Valsa George (11/13/2013 4:54:00 AM)

    The cool mornings slip away too soon and we begin to feel the scorching heat of the sun. The hot summer afternoons are so weary, draining all energy away. We get a little relief at times when massive clouds come and veil the flaming sun! A great write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,139 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/10/2013 1:57:00 AM)

    On such hot dreamy afternoons
    Time often stands still for the muse
    Between the harsh light and dark shadows
    Verses are born that you could make use

    Good poem Madam and I welcome you to my page for your comments please.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ittrika Mirof (9/29/2013 8:03:00 PM)

    ~ Last few drops of humidity, hidden away from summer showered on my soul... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,965 Points Lorraine Colon (9/25/2013 10:45:00 AM)

    Great description of a scorching hot day. And the blessed relief when a cloud passes overhead. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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