"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Racing Dog Days

Summer, anxious, impatient
has chased spring to the curb.

Delicate pastels have withered
beneath a sun so brash it has
brought July to taunt April.

A cozy porch waits for ice tea gossip
about Mother Nature’s struggle to thrive
beneath the paws of racing dog days.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 29 #NaPoWriMo 2016


C.C. said...

Love the personification of the seasons :-)

brudberg said...

I do love to be able to gossip in the shade like that..

Margaret said...

I'd sit longer than you care to think and sip tea and gossip with you! It's a beautiful spot.

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