Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Southern Summers

The light filters blue through the window;
Soft sounds of summer rain falling soothe a mind still half-asleep.
Where are we going today?

The heat comes rolling off of pavement,
Giving the wrong impression of water.
Will we swim today?

The leaves are green or brown,
The air is heavy enough to taste.
When will this drought end?

The slightest breeze carressing sweat-covered brows;
A blessed cloud gives relief from the sun.
Why can't life be this perfect always?

The day is lazy,
We sit in the cool darkness.
Today is all we have.

Enjoy the blue skies, the rolling clouds,
The green leaves and small breezes,
Enjoy the heat and love the dark,

Ask the questions while you may,
Know the answers, seek the day.
Too soon it will be gone again.

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