Late summer calling
with the lowest hum of heat,
from earth and from air.
Hay harvested,ย the soil waits
for a thunderstorm to break.
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Late summer calling
with the lowest hum of heat,
from earth and from air.
Hay harvested,ย the soil waits
for a thunderstorm to break.
A beautiful encapsulation of late summer in word and image. “The lowest hum of heat” is one perfection.
You keep pinching my lines, Meg ๐ ๐
I totally agree!
Me too. ๐
On Monday my walk had me looking at that same scene any number of times. Lovely job, Gilly ๐
“The lowest hum of heat”! A perfect description.
It’s scorching hot here in Japan, but can’t complain because we do get some rain from time to time. I feel so bad for San Bernardino, California.
Very nice. The storm might sooth the earth.
I’d like to see thunderstorm above that field. Nicely crafted, Gilly!
Gilly, a splendid verse for the late summer season.