Tag Archives: glaring sun in grief

Oh, Sun.

Oh, August sun

You smolder

Then cast your flame

And blind us, taunting;


Defiant claim

On all domain

You, source of life

Our withering frame

Your glaring heat



Flowers, fatigued

Straining stems

Not knowing whether to reach

Or cower



will send her soothing song


Give it up, sun

Move along.






© Ruth Ann Scanzillo   8/11/16  All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Thank you for your respect.