i)
heat lightning
pulsing over the forest
merging with moonlight
ii)
sitting well back
from the fading fire
salty sweat beads
drip
rolling down
spruce guitar top
iii)
dock creaks
with each lapping wave
slip feet into the cool
lake water
then all the way in
hat floats
down the bay
Brother Ollie,
ReplyDeleteHeat or pressure taking its toll perhaps. I heard the words of 'Sittin' in the Dock of the Bay, as I read your words over and over...
Eileen
The fires sound too near to you, my friend. Stay safe. We had them here too but ours was put out after it ate a mountain. Many more still burning across Canada. I love the relief of the lake ripples after reading of the intense heat. I felt like I stepped into the water with you.
ReplyDeleteI like the progression. That's a great visual at the end.
ReplyDeletelets all fly away :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful picture!
ReplyDeleteEach picture-poem offers a glimpse of the season. I really enjoyed the read.
ReplyDeleteI loved the third stanza :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed :D
Relates very well with the seasonal structure. Wonderful write Bro Ollie!
ReplyDeleteHank
Lovely set.
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Oh I read this as campfire, idyllic, not forest fires. That sweat on the guitar gives it away, and love that image. Nice. Go cool off in that lake already!
ReplyDeleteOkay actually I want to be in this poem. :)
Love iii... I've done that except for the hat
ReplyDeleteLike the floating hats...nice one !
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