THE HEAT OF THE DAY

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

 

2 thoughts on “THE HEAT OF THE DAY

  1. 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

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