Seven Months of Summer
Heat lines
rise
off the asphalt,
while parched
brittle trees,
bend, and snap
in the unbending air
and yellowed grass
crunches
when stepped
on.
Withered cacti
shrivel
in this
desert- like bubble.
The sun,
penetrating
the life,
scorching the land.
Fires erupt from
the sun burnt soil.
Red, Orange, Yellow
turn to
Black and Gray
ash,
forming
tears of loss.
Heat lines
rise
off the asphalt,
while parched
brittle trees,
bend, and snap
in the unbending air
and yellowed grass
crunches
when stepped
on.
Withered cacti
shrivel
in this
desert- like bubble.
The sun,
penetrating
the life,
scorching the land.
Fires erupt from
the sun burnt soil.
Red, Orange, Yellow
turn to
Black and Gray
ash,
forming
tears of loss.
Maddie: your work is beautiful and wondrous, crisp and clear. You are a magnificently talented young woman. I can't wait to read more and share it with my friends and family. xoxo Pam
ReplyDeleteThank You!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading my poems! :D
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