Monday, April 29, 2019

Monday WRites 203

Two A.M. i stir spoonfuls of longing into this drought
This cup of hot days, arid and dry as coconut brittle
Even the bird songs refuse the scherzando as they ought
They trill the dawn, then rest and hide from the scorching
Savouring dawn, stirring spoonfuls of longing into this drought
Ah for the wildflowers showery, and brash in spontaneity
Caring neither for rock nor rill, nor earthworms of any sort
I look back to long ago when hot days were not so scorching
Back then, talk of climate change, we shelved as we bought
Never understanding the intensity of future torrid days
Thus, two A.M. i stir spoonfuls of longing in this drought
THIS DROUGHT © gillena cox 2019

Tis the Season of Easter and here in T&T while we delight in the blossoming Poui trees and the returning alleluias, it is extremely hot, folks say it hotter than many years ago and i agree, i remember a less intense dry season heat, without the Sahara Dust, when i was a child
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #203, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.


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