Dog days of summer

Dog days of summer
Dog days of summer

When the dust billows and lingers above the gravel road,
when the lawn goes brown and the pond goes green,
when the heavy apples fall and the combines slowly chew through the fields,
it’s the dog days of summer.
Days of thick wet heat
waiting for the cool that doesn’t come
even when the still darkness creeps over the corn tassels.
The moon is big and blurry eyed
and sleep comes slowly in damp sheets.

It’s the days of rocking in a shady spot on the porch
telling childhood stories
and drinking lemonade from a sweating glass.
There a different kind of tired in the deep of August,
a swooning fog of heavy lungs and slow breath,
a tired to the bone
that even a long nap won’t cure.
The dogs days call for a slowdown,
a sit back, eat ice cream, and be together.
Be together and appreciate the richness of go nowhere
and the simple wealth of home and family.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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2 Responses to Dog days of summer

  1. David Hummer says:

    I love it. It relaxed me even more than the last hour of yoga at monk gardens.


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