Elemental — A Poem about Ancient Elements

the lazy hot dragon’s breath
of August drags and drifts
loose bits of dirt and dust
to parch the ground and land
sparking wicked wild fires
reducing whole forests to ash
such that rains can’t squelch
only rivers and seas can breaks

Xeric Reign — A Poem to Help You Appreciate a Rainy Day

Drowning in dry dust
deep rasp-like breathes
burning beak and trashing
throat to point of closing
on rainless August afternoons
with lawn long ago browned
the soil, mostly sand, naked
to hot high pressure front
winds whipping up small
dust devils in bare fields
that plaster particles
of sand to sweat soak
on skin exposed to reddening
low slung scorching sun
that impels one sit still
and wait for the inevitable
window shaking thunder storm
to clear the air and lighten
the drought’s oppressive reign.

~~~~

Learned a new word for this poem….

Enjoy and sorry it’s a day late.