Faye Sizemore

HEAT WAVE

With sweat drying on my brow
Thankful for the dew beneath my feet
I watch the mists slowly rising
Among the wooded peaks
Floating… cool and tantalizing
God’s benediction
To the summer’s heat
Mourning doves call
As dusk begins to fall
Simmering August days
Are forgiven
In twilight’s cooling haze
Until tomorrow’s dawning does begin
And the sun upon rising…
blazes… unrepentant…
Once again…