bring water, electrolytes
this night will burn
heat and light
have come untwined
out on the porch
I call back the dogs
swift feet, darkness
panting shadows
sweat beads my forehead
the stillness of trees
leaves roasted
beyond autumn gold
pray for rain, ask
in secret for hurricanes
they claim this red moon
only reflects
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Sounds about right.
Wonderful, James. Simply Wonderful !
Favourite line in a fine, atmospheric poem – ‘heat and light / have come untwined’
Brilliant, specially the second stanza and the ending.
Given how things have been going down there… I like that you’re taking a dismal situation and still finding hope and beauty in it. Beautiful words.
Wonderful imagery.. Those are my favourite lines too – “heat and light /have come untwined “
Thanks, everyone, for your kind comments.