Defiant dust
Raises storm in the eyes
Wind breathes fire
Down the nape
Baking every possible
Patch of skin and
Green alike on earth
That stoically bears all
In the hope
A fertile seed
And a sapling...
Mother Nature in angst! ! ! Recalling the lines by the French-American soldier turned farmer J. H. St. John de Crèvecoeur: Then a severe frost succeeds which prepares it to receive the voluminous coat of snow which is soon to follow; though it is often preceded by a short interval of smoke and mildness, called the Indian Summer.
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wind breathes fire, summer, summer. good write