It has been a hot week here. It just reminds me of Georgia. Little trips down  memory lane.....
...
Shadows Don't Sweat
 ...
Above broken clouds
a star in silence sails
a wake of rolling heat
moves the day
...
Summer thoughts cresting
on shimmering waves...
phantoms dried of
unreachable dreams
...
Grass and weed once
soft and cool, now break
and pierce the unshod foot
...
Beneath green canopy
no respite found
Hot and sticky is natures breath
...
A broken promise for relief
Storm clouds gather, lightening
flashes...
Upon the body under cloth
a sheen of misery, the only
moisture given
...
Oh to be a shadow on this
summer day...
crawling across spiked grass
unpricked
breathing not  natures stifling
breath
best of all....
I have yet to see a shadow
sweat
...
ccd
July 2011