WITHOUT A BREEZE

WITHOUT A BREEZE

The air hung heavy, without a breeze
to stir the leaves or fan the grass;
Life itself was motionless,
the sun blazing down, baking the earth.

People looked to the sky for relief,
for any sign of clouds and rain;
Animals lay panting in elusive shade,
preserving strength, even as it ebbed.

It is only a lull before the storm,
dog days of summer come too soon.
There will be a roar of thunder
bringing with it a flash of lightning.

Nature hides its mysteries well,
as we on earth endure the changes.

Countrymom
3/28/06