after the night’s tempests, temps fall below
boiling point, cool breezes caress the trees
swooning seas of green, undulating slow

blissful air, cool, crisp, no humidity
prisoners of shade, at long last, set free

~kat

The final installment of this first week of July’s daily poem challenge with Jane Dougherty…to write a Terza Rima stanza per day. I’m doing a weekly summation rather than a 30 day epic. The Heat Wave series in whole, below:

Heat Wave

no cool breezes today to temper the heat
waves rising from pavement, hot, smelling of oil
with hints of green, wilting, birds fluttering, tweet

no squirrels scampering; too hot to toil
in sweltering shaded hollows, creatures keep
nighttime’s a blessing, cool, but sleep is spoiled

darkness hovers, raging clouds swell and sweep
low, just over the treetops, growling gloom
rush of rain drops plopping, puddles deep

dark hollows erupt in wild mushrooms
creatures, nocturnal, creep, burrowing low
stale air swirls in darkening rooms

longing for rain is quite futile, you know
this heatwave continues, no end in sight
seconds to minutes the hours tic slow

another scorching day, hazy and bright
cold front a-brewing, thunder rumbling low
sun’s reign of rage, by rain will lose this fight

after the night’s tempests, temps fall below
boiling point, cool breezes caress the trees
swooning seas of green, undulating slow

blissful air, cool, crisp, no humidity
prisoners of shade, at long last set free

~kat