Thursday, 13 July 2006

Today

The air is hanging on many tiny hooks
Heat is thick and trapped
The sun filled sky begins to rain
Sweet drops that don't hit the air
Water that finds a path through the heat
The smell of hot wet earth and grass
Stronger is the smell of hot wet created ground
Then, a small breeze flows through the heat
Finds a path to touch everything
The scent of summer, the rain of spring
Soon will it be fall? Soon will it all slip away?

1 comment:

Mad Red Carnelian said...

very nicely put :)
although.. I'm prayin for the Fall.. I miss the leaves and te sweet smell to the air
~Daniel