Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Heat Wave Haiku

Shuttered windows
Warm dark and gloomy rooms
Saving electricity

Dogs napping all day
One hundred six degrees outside
Too hot to play

Grass crisp and brown
Sun hot and bright
Tree branches breaking
No one walking

Alligators, deer, feral hogs
Looking for water
In the suburbs

Tomorrow is promised
Cloud like a man's hand
Will bring relief to us

2 comments:

Mac said...

Texas summer broils
Even Satan can't raise hell
Heads for cooler climes

Quotidian Grace said...

Love it, Mac!