It's too hot
I can't stand this heat
The pavement on fire
It's burning my feet
The sun is relentless
Never seeming to yield
Skin is so burnt
Needing to be peeled
Under the shade tree
I try to huddle
Getting out of the sun
Before I'm a puddle
It doesn't matter
How much I drink
Eyes are so dry
I can't even blink
I must find a place
Where I can get cool
So I don't start
Acting like a fool
The weather will break
The heat will subside
It sure has been
One hot steamy ride

Chartreuse wind walkers
Traipsing sunny lanes
Painting grassy plains
Locked in airborne rectitude
Melding seasonal swan songs

Windjammer thistle , dandelion and corn furrow
Portulaca masterpieces , solenaceous Princess's
Buttermilk skylight portals of cottony white
and Winter blue
Red leaf Maple with Gardenia perfume

Song of August greenery
Miracle of piedmont scenery
The call of Autumn attainment
Of Red , Yellow and Brown works
Of soft , reflective frosted tincture

looking in the mirror
not recognizing the reflection
when this face got so old
I have no recollection

creases around the eyes
skin looking like leather
time taking it's toll
worn out by the weather

body breaking down
getting difficult to stand
arthritis is a problem
especially in my hand

hair growing in my ears
and growing out my nose
growing places it shouldn't be
even on my toes

sight a little blurry
getting difficult to see
getting up every hour
just to go ***

even though this body
will break down and age
the fire for you inside me
will continue to rage