Intense, it almost burns the eyes
With knife-edge charm.
Thousands of greens pulsating with threatening rhythm
Like a giant breathing beast.
It is has rained for three weeks.
Inches and ounces and quarts and gallons
Washing away all sins.
Strange forms emerge in the lawn
Providing shelter to tiny insects.
Everything is waiting, tired of waiting, for the sun
and surrenders to let its freak flags fly.
Even the sunsets are ominous
Like a smokey, choking moisture veil
Hiding the end of the day
And smothering the sun.
Heading across the bridge
At the end of the day
Challenges our spirits.
But soon we will be rewarded
with our usual July Sauna.