“Heat” — A Poem for Summer, Reprised for Kim Falconer :)

Heat

Birds wheel, raucous

on the cool air

that will shortly burn away

as sun muscles

through the tracery of leaves

outside my window, its

heat hurled like arrows

shot by some elder god,

harsher than the cacophony

of birds darting

through the green, their wings

limned against a blue

that is already transmuting

from crystal to crucible

as dawn evaporates

into the vanishing point

of summer…
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© Helen Lowe

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The current NZ summer is under the sway of the sou’wester, which means it’s cool and bleak —...