Air too hot to move hangs heavy,
darkness weighing,
between sight and wavering stars.
Air as hot as high summer
sighs among the trees, these nights,
in breathless whispering,
buoying on its billows, owls
that drift from glade to meadow
stroked by unseen hands.
Air, a river, swollen
with the sluggish sloth of tropics
and troubled depths,
yet I hear it, nights,
in wind ripples, restless,
ruffling the careless hair of the poplars.
Ramblings of an Irish ecologist and gardener
Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
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Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie
Just another blog of random thoughts.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
lines that aim to be
And then I stop and sit and eat.
I thought fall started and summer was over.
That’s for tomorrow.
ok, will wait.
Cooler today. I’ll let you know if there’s a storm/rain.
🙏🙏
I love the last line….careless hairs of the poplars…brilliant
Thank you! The poplars make a lovely sound, like surf, in the slightest breeze.
Now I hear them too 🙂
🙂
Now the air is cool and the fall is here, I start to miss the hot air of high summer you are describing.
We’re still waiting for the cool weather. The promised rain/storms keeps getting put off for ‘later’.
Thank God for the wind ripples… beautiful poem, Jane…
Thank you, Jaye. It’s cooler today. This surely must be the turning point…
Sadly, not for this blessed virus though!
It’ll pass. Just keep being sensible. I’d rather the virus than missiles 🙂
Good point!
🙂
Still warm? It’s 11am now and it’s pretty chilly. It takes time to get warmer.
We’ve been threatened storms and the break in the weather since last Tuesday. Yesterday they were forecast for Saturday. It’s cooler, overcast but it doesn’t feel like storm yet. We need the rain!
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
Now, we got it here too. ;-(
The Indian summer didn’t happen. Summer just went on longer than it was supposed to then stopped abruptly.