THE HEAT OF THE DAY
A summer’s day, hot and humid is hard to take,
I’d rather be under a shaded tree than beneath
The staring sun one hundred degrees.
If only along would come a cool forgotten breeze,
A pool of water to drop into would be the wanting for me.
Close my eyes and I picture the waves moving across the ocean so free,
The wind catches me as the refreshing splash of water drenches me.
Walking along the wet shore, water at my knees,
In the heat of the day, this is what I dream.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Keith, I have a love/hate relationship with summer, too. Especially I hate Sacramento, CA hot days. I did one of those heat poem awhile back. I love this poem of yours. I’ll share mine.
ON A HOT SUMMER DAY
© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
A summer hot and humid day
At times a coastal breeze will flow
Up river stream meandering
(The current old before first men
Made nets to bring its bounty home)
And cool a river bather’s skin
Inflamed to red from summer’s sun
More strongly in my garden trees
It rocks firm branches, pummels leaves
Disturbing birds who squawk their ire
Before they see their nest is safe
Their raucous voice is similar
To shrieking hurled at raiding squirrels
Who dare come near their nested eggs
Today’s too hot for squirrel raids
He’s laying on a branch spread out
To nab each errant breeze that comes
To ruffle fur and cool his skin
His sparrow foe no better off
Wings spread apart beak open wide
Pursuing cooling, saving air
So delicately hued, the sky
An innocent appearing blue
Without a blemish or a cloud
Or rarely seen a filmy one
Will drift until it dissipates
Into the higher reach of wind
And vanish slowly from my sight
Beneath the sky, below my trees
The air sits like a sticky paste
Adhering clothes to skin and hair
The wind through branch rejuvenates
But under them lies stifling heat
If I go out I’m stripping down
To soak in puppy’s wading pool
nice poem of a heated day.
On Fri, Jun 7, 2019 at 4:02 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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