HEATWAVE ~ A Shadorma
A ribbon
of empty highway
traces the
contours of
the meandering river
in the vale below.
In far fields
horse-drawn ploughs kick up
dusty heels
of dry earth
and freckles of insects dance
on a cloudless sky.
wild flowers
incline sun-parched heads
as Nature
swelters and
whispers a prayer for sweet rain
on the breath of Time.
By CATSEYES
© 2008 CATSEYES
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