Arrias and His Muse: Dismal Swamp Summer
Author’s Note: My Muse reminds me, amidst all the frenetic handwringing – it’s summer in the Dismal Swamp, which means it’s hot and wet…
– Arrias
Dismal Swamp Summer
The air is warm, thick and wet,
In a soggy blanket all is cloaked,
Just a minute outside the door
And my shirt is completely soaked.
A mist covers all the wood,
A gray fog on all the glass,
A treacly silence o’er the swamp,
The dew is heavy on the grass.
Up above the sky is clear,
The shamans say “no rain,”
So they say every day,
And yet still the rains came.
And more will likely come today,
The thunder plays God’s drummer,
Beating out a familiar theme:
In the Dismal Swamp it’s summer.
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July 27, 2023
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