Finally a cool breeze,
just now before midnight,
from the maddening heat,
at last there's some respite.
Now the crickets begin
their ancient nightly chant.
Through the clouds high in
the east lightning cracks.
Again and again it flashes,
but doesn't thunder much,
or if it does it's so far,
the sound is hushed.
Tonight the air is fresh,
like a pure mountain rain
has washed the air
from the heat of today.
Out above the lake the
skies are still quite clear.
God that breeze is nice.
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Hi MYSTICDAVE,
ReplyDeleteYour blog is a real treasure! Love your poetry.
I can feel the cool breeze on my cheeks while reading this. The poems has a wonderful flow.
Simple and refreshing. Love this one. Made me take a sigh and think of all the cool breezes I've enjoyed on hot, moist nights.
ReplyDeleteSimple, direct and a reminder to appreciate the smallest things in life for they can be profound! Keep writing; you are on a roll! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat descriptive piece.Sounds like Cyprus at the moment (without the lake).
ReplyDeleteThe poem along with the photo is so vivid that I could feel your words against my skin. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazingly powerful piece with vivid word painting. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. I can nearly feel the breeze on my cheeks.
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