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Even the sunflowers
cannot bear this oppressive heat
their leaves fade to brown
turning crisp
and crinkly
their stalks yellowed
brittle to the touch
they hang
their heads
like sad sinners
sorry for the sin
of losing life
of
giving up
starved for water
they lean like weary soldiers
holding
up their comrades
in somber retreat
the heat
wears down resolve
drains
all strength
and leaves hope
weary in
the stifling stillness
wait
then
heads bowed like sunflowers
wait for late September
when finally
the air
will hold a hint of cooness
a promise of rain
wait like
these
patiently in place
for an end to this
everlasting drought.
©
d.knape
August 4, 2012
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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