Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Red Cone-day 20- A scorcher

a scorcher
even the saltbush is screaming
a north wind
heat and dust
straw hat a must
holding
my head
squinting my eyes
all that said
three spots of rain
and heat again

I made a mistake
my timing awry
today is not tomorrow
nor
tomorrow
today

sigh

now
is now
is

the night is long
suffocating air
creatures are quiet
seeking respite
the moon is half
my garden laid bare
the orchard reveals
the strength of deep roots
while flowers and bees
do inconsolably
droop
the lavender stands still
weeds claim a thrill
time sends a bill
rain
held to ransom
slows down
the hours

while
smouldering outside
time to abide
in the room
closed inside
so dark
no sun can be seen
curtains are drawn
time is torn

that is
today

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