The shade of parched trees provide
modest mercy from the scorching degrees
Waves of heat oppress like a stifling tide...
still wilting blooms continue to invite bees
A cloudless azure sky begins to gray
suggesting that rain will soon quench
vegetation that has turned to the hue of hay…
optimistically hoping for a deluge to drench
Winds stir… songless birds seek shelter
Anticipation is holding its restrained breath
as the skies clear and maintain the swelter...
A consoling shower has met a cerebral death
As the suns glow descends below the horizon
a dark soothing silence dominates the air
Erasing the intense burning rays of the sun...
alleviating the grip of weakness that impairs
7/18/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very descriptive, and visual! I could almost feel the heat! Very good job Theresa Ann Moore! ........ Marina Gasbey