Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Summer Afternoon

We are two young girls, barefoot on a sizzling
    street; August heat - Dante's Inferno!

Faster and faster we go; upward pointed
 toes; lips O-ed as we scurry to find a
   cooler spot. At last, thick clumps of grass offer
relief. We accept. Our giggles bounce back from
   surrounding hills; breathing returns to normal.

We lie on cool grass watching big, puffy clouds 
float across a cerulean sky.



Dennis J. said...

Great poem, Peggy! You make things so plain that your reader feels like he is there. What a talent!

Peggy~ said...

Thanks, Dennis J. What a nice compliment!