the lazy hot dragon’s breath of August drags and drifts loose bits of dirt and dust to parch the ground and land sparking wicked wild fires reducing whole forests to ash such that rains can’t squelch only rivers and seas can breaks
Drowning in throat coating dust dragging deep dry breathes thick through burning nose down into dry lashed lungs on arid August afternoons with lawn long gone brown the sandy soil scorched naked wind whipping up small dust devils plastering particles of sand to sweat soak on skin exposed to reddening low slung searing sun and […]
It was hot outside that week. The dog days of August, they call it – yeah, seems about right. The air carried the kind of hot that plasters you to your sheets as you lie in bed struggling to sleep – even breathing makes you sweat. The air smelled stale, sick and sweet — like rotting compost, swamp water, and damp forest. The fan on my dresser, pointed directly at me, didn’t help. It only, momentarily, helped me catch my breath.
Drowning in dry dust deep rasp-like breathes burning beak and trashing throat to point of closing on rainless August afternoons with lawn long ago browned the soil, mostly sand, naked to hot high pressure front winds whipping up small dust devils in bare fields that plaster particles of sand to sweat soak on skin exposed […]
Once a sweet breath of light spring clear air drawn early in the morning as damp dew cool and fresh touches toes in wet Keds that run in morning fields, to evening woods so large they must not be on any map remain unexplored and mysterious Until one day Ked’s don’t fit beat, ragged and […]