Warm Wind-Tumbled Words
A summer breeze sighs
Releasing sultry mid-day heat
Smells linger on in warm air
Mild currents gently move low branches
Which reach down and slowly wind the air
Dry leaves tumble
To scatter in drifts below
On a parched ground
Flowers swelter in their neat dry beds
To then wilt and buckle on weary stems
As the day lengthens
The weight of the heat
Grows languid in stuffy rooms
The genteel glow, perfuming the air
With their sweetened sweat
Moving becomes shuffled and stilted
Flies and insects crawl along the walls
Sticky with heat
The world slows down
Life lived at a different pace