poetry, writing

Summer Heat

The bright sun above beats down, how hot can it get?

The glass of iced tea sweats, leaving behind a ring of wet.

The birds are silent; the weather is even too warm for them.

The dragonflies are hanging above, each insect they find a gem.

She waters the small garden, the heat makes her shoulders glisten,

The tomatoes perk up and the flowers and herbs brighten.

Being in the shade gives relief to some,

The warmest days are yet to come.

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