SCORCHING HOT
By midday the sun’s scorching might
Penetrates the hapless
Tiniest worth of life in sight
Sustaining nonetheless
A desire for the shaded
Those hydrated places
Where of a thirst you can be rid
Noon time treasured spaces
Under the shaded umbrella
Of the side walk seller
The ices are from that fella
Just right for the weather
Mini skirts and strapless dresses
And bared and sandaled legs
Test of sunny paradoxes
Present day traits which begs
Of whimsy and discerning ease
A daring compromise
Hot colorist browning the leaves
Till they fall in demise
To a comforting ready earth
Willing to nourish life
Under a discerning sun’s worth
Of torrid heated strife
Hot hot hot penetrating rays
Slice season and cycle
The shadow and fraction of days
Measured in mere degrees
© gillena cox 2007
First published at Poemhunter
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21 May2015
