Dog Days
Parched grass crackles underfoot.
Haze hangs heavy in the air
With hum and drone oscillating.
Wildflowers bravely stand,
No breeze to lift their spirits.
High above, the golden disc steams slowly westward.
Haze hangs heavy in the air
With hum and drone oscillating.
Wildflowers bravely stand,
No breeze to lift their spirits.
High above, the golden disc steams slowly westward.
posted by Seeker @ 7:30 PM
1 Comments:
At 8/07/2005 10:06 PM,
Anonymous said…
So Seeker is a poet, too!! and a good one. I could feel the heat and see the wavy emanations. Keep it up!! . . . I'm waiting for more news about Karina and Luke.
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