the morning sings sweet lies to me
lovely lyrics on a cool breeze
lashes over me like the tender waters
of a sleepy, sauntering stream
just waking up from a glorious nap
a hint of smokey mist as I walk
it circles me like a child craving attention
changing into patterns of golden plaid
and yellow-brown ribbons
the morning wind whispers love words in my ears
promises of red and gold and of changes to come
but tells me he will keep the green
and I am helpless in this moment of bliss
the perfection of verdant carpet mixed with
the pledge of halcyon days
charming lies of an elven god

the afternoon comes with the fury
of a hundred fiery she-devils
red hot flames streaming from
their titanic gaping mouths
spewing firestorm breaths
that establishes terror
in the weakening grass
baked yellow and melted
the ground below brown and cracked
a mirage plays with me on the sidewalk
my parched tongue longs to taste
its cool fresh sparkling waters
I cannot walk for I cannot breathe
the smell of baking asphalt
fills my nostrils
I am done like the end of days

evening comes like an effervescent angel
sent to save the languid liquid earth
as the purple-orange sun
bone-tire from his busy day spent
torturing the innocent villagers
says his goodnights to the shy Selene
the glowing evening wind howls
Hello Mr. Moon
it spreads through me like full force
hurricane winds since I am empty
from the sun’s relentless torment this day
I drink in the comely dark night
as he says to me that he will stay longer now
he will ease my burning pain
wooing me with his oath that he will
escort me into Autumn’s safe grasp
August is dying and with it Summer’s reign
when August ends we will breathe again