Kalinda

16

Having survived the plight of seasons time and time again,
The rooted goliaths have only now adapted to summer’s capriciousness

The first rebirth of green doesn’t bother father Time
As the summer supplants the mellow times.
The gentle winds persist
And petals flourish,
But the air grows sultry,
Heavy in laboring lungs

The leaves writhe and gray
Yet skyward, salvation lies
Blue coalesced to black
Streams contorted to gust
Hope turned to mortification

Droplets pelt and pelt and pelt and pelt
Limbs thrash to and fro and to and fro

The nebulous dark shattered by ignited strikes
Ravage and Havoc shrouded from sight
Such is summer’s spite!

However, the winds subside
And gusts unfurl
And drops abate
As the day unwinds

With the relief of darkening gloom hidden from the sunlight’s sight
The rain washes away its doing for the next day’s sight

And so goes
Summer’s perpetual state