Arrias and His Muse: Summertime
Thick and hot, it clings to me,
I am wrapped up in her arms,
Not a single creature stirs,
I am smothered in her charms.
Lilies, daffodils, azaleas,
Already bloomed, petals disappear,
Fertile land, green, lush,
Saucy, sultry Summer is here.
Just the faintest insect buzz,
Else the silence is most complete,
Not the merest breath of air,
No movement in this heat.
The air clings like honey,
Too hot even to stay in bed,
A shadow passes over me,
A hawk circles overhead.
The dogs find their own answer,
They silently seem to agree,
Both lay in the cool grass,
In the shade of a maple tree.
I must sit and sip iced tea,
For reasons truly sublime,
For now the time has come at last,
’Tis Southern Summertime.
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June 21, 2022
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