Hot.
The world has a fever.
Waves of shimmering temperature
Take issue with clear sight.
All of the sun is trained upon us.
Only trees wave leaves in the wind
To ward and greet that firey wind.
It shatters all the plans of cool, cool rain.
And makes me long to see the deep
Of the blue sea-
And the long, green grasses growing in the
Dappled play of light below.