An Angels Hot Tears

A summers night.

Dew not suffice for the ground so thirsty,
yearning for a greater drink, of tears so warm.
Tasted once or twice by fall, and wanted greatly
reaching away from the hot summers sun.
An angels hot tears to splash across our thirsty neighbors
just a drop is a taste, please drown our lush.
An angels hot tears, to pour down so gently,
dancing around all, like a nymph so young and giggy.
Freezing time and heat with a single notion.
Now suffice, and looking for rest our lush neighbors
fat and full, close up for the night, the summers night.
 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your great winning poem

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the Summer-Rain contest!