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