Reality Of August

The sun is burning
the weather is dry
there are no clouds to be seen
no rain falls from the sky

The earth is scorched
no life left to be seen
it is hidden from the lethal sun
waiting for the gentle breath of spring

Reviews

[Star Wolf]

Yeah, this sounds just like August. It's nice to know life is waiting to spring forth in the spring. August is just as harsh a month as January to me. Except you can go out and have some fun in August outdoors which is harder to do in January in a lot of places.

[Eric Cox]

I'm always glad when summer comes to an end. Fall and winter are much more endurable.

[Wicahpi]

or the gentle breath of Fall, by now :)
Waiting patiently x

Enjoyed the read!

[Dinesh Sairam]

I love to write on the seasons. They are the best metaphors that can be used or related to almost anything. This poem creates a picture of a land lit up by excessive sun rays and lacking green. And the last line extends the meaning with a touch of hope in the future that is, the spring. But I have to say this - I feel two stanzas are unnecessary. Try a Tanka (Syllable count 57577). I'm sure a Tanka would boost the power of the words. Again, it's just a suggestion, feel free to ignore it. Thanks for sharing and Keep writing.

[Desert Dreamer]

Your poem makes me glad to live in a place where it rains in the summer, and the plants and the butterflies are celebrating a time as beautiful in flowers as the Spring. The land you describe is desolate in my imagination, to only receive rainfall in the Spring...such a long wait, but I imagine that it is an amazing place to be in the Spring, to see all of live awaken for the rain. You did well in this short poem to describe such a hot dry land.

[Ladysue]

oh yes, so true...i enjoy this one...nicely done...

[J.S. Pua]

nice..
good descriptions..
good visuals..
good work..

[Jenny Nelson]

Definitely describes Augsust around here. The last line is indeed a breath of fresh cool air. Pleasant piece, great description. Enjoyed it much. Well done!

[Black Cat Fever]

This paints a picture of the harshness of late summer and the relief spring promises. Very nice.