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thirsty
by Mary Ellen Smiththe spring blooms are weary
their green shoots fade and wither
as they wait for shade.
june bugs fall
and the august sun burns
their little brown bodies.
sometimes a breeze teases
but it is just a whisper.
summer keeping control
for at least a few weeks more.
08/08/2007 Posted on 08/08/2007
Copyright © 2025 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/09/07 at 11:09 AM Mary Ellen, your words are such subtle feast on the eyes and a much needed dew on my August brain. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/10/07 at 02:41 PM Good poem Mar. I dread the approaching winter
months.....Charlie |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/10/07 at 07:31 PM the hard hold is starting to release just a bit here in the West - I love your light touch here with hope nestled inbetween the hot and dry of summer. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/12/07 at 06:34 PM You've captured poetically the heat of July and August. "Summer is in control" is right! Here at least! |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/15/07 at 11:10 PM thirsty indeed..
I enjoyed this, very nice. |
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