SUMMER DROUGHT
Here is the slow, curdled froth of midsummer.
The drift downstream through wilted greens
And the drying grass, sallow on pocked, lain rock.
Parched flaccid, pressed still in irremovable heat
Sun-ironed shadows and a dull buzz of flies.
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DARK MOON RIVER
Dark moon
river runs eyeless.
pools star-filled and silent
then dawn in honey cherry ink
stretched, spun silent,
a planet’s edge mating space
though most are dreaming
so miss the wide breath of beginning
a placid fire before an invention of green
all blue it is, and utter peace,
and the mist, like smoke, hangs upon the hills.
simonhlilly 
Reblogged this on Spoondeep and commented:
Such a balance gained and lost. Whether the weather.
“Sun ironed shadows” Memorable, Simon.
Thank you, Bonnie.
This heat around here is perfect for cactus .
Everything else is wilting!
Well, drought here in upland Wales s a few days without rain and a bit of sun showing through! Still, it dries things up and makes us remember places and times where it can go on for months.