Melting at the keyboard
Sweaty fingers lose their
Place on “home row”
Patience evaporates as
I type gibberish…
Unendurable, or so it seems
Intemperate temps
July, my love for summer
Is conflicted, far from easy
I’m struck anew each time
I look up to sky’s endless
Perfect blue, a glory
Incomprehensible
Gift of favor from God’s
Constant hand, His
Heart’s cornucopia
But too-bright happy sun
(Relentless, just doing its job
Oblivious as chatter-box child)
Pierces eyes accustomed to
Overcast horizon…
Craving, yearning, praying for
Breeze…cool caring breezes that
Tickle green leaves, tease trees
Till they, helpless to resist, dance
Regardless of heat I hold these months
—Late spring through autumn—
As treasures; try to fill my
Gaze, nose, skin, to the brim
Saturate soul so it won’t be bereft
Once the rains again begin.
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WINDDOG WHISPERS 
OH so good! I really liked you comparing the sun to an oblivious chatter box child! And how you continue to see God’s favor even though the heat is relentless!
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Thanks! 🙂
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