Third Response to Poet's Request for Sunsets

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Third Response to Poet's Request for Sunsets

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 1999-07-09 10:21 PM

Summer Sunset - Chapter 3

Oh wicked sun, it’s not even 6:00 a.m.,
you are streaming through those blasted
blinds, leveling your yet to be
100 degree rays directly into my eyes
...and one can feel
the steam already permeating through
the house...close those doors and leave
the air-conditioning on.
The whup whup whup of the
ceiling fan whispers a small
breeze across my bare knees,
and the small of my mind realizes that
jeans will be worn to protect me
from the swarms of bugs and catchthistles
when we go to the pasture, to check on the
cows and calves and make sure there
is water in the trough.

It’s not even 8 a.m. and the grasshoppers
are already more than 12 feet high in the
muggy air.
Shirts sticking.
Calves licking.
Cows munching the warmed grass
now belly high.
Smaller calves laying flat out -
black/pink/white ears sticking straight up,
flickering with flies.
Don’t breath in too hard, mugginess clogs the
lungs, and gnats are around your head.
Step carefully for cowpies permeate the ground
and air.
Leather gloves cover city hands and the barbed
wire bites in anyway, so pull tightly and gingerly
too, no matter what husband says. Do your best.

Evening comes lightly, falling slightly
into the realm of the nether world. Dusking
shimmers with fireflies dancing and a cool front
moved in. Wind switches the cottonwood leaves
which glisten on top, and shimmy on the bottom.
And whish whish whish the cooler breeze on in.
Suddenly grey darkness runs over you and teardrops
of cool mist seem to gather up in the middle
of the overhead and pour, momentarily, and cool the mind.
Then that pink starts. Clouds are overhead, a blanket,
thin, effervescent sort of, and no sun to be seen, but
just a deepening of a pink haze from the passing of
the storm, and no more sunlight, just salmon colored
haze, then deep pearlescence, then a gray tinge

And night comes. Mourning doves call.

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Sunshine

Words will always express our feelings true.
KRJ

Poet deVine

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since 1999-05-26

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Hurricane Alley

1 posted 1999-07-09 11:50 PM

Sunshine, each one is perfection. Can't wait to read the last one....

Poetwheel
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 208
Canada

2 posted 1999-07-09 11:56 PM

Oh I really like this one...this is the kind of stuff that makes me want to go to that farm with you and experience those wonderful sights, sound and smells! Keep it up!
PW

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Poetic Wheelbarrow

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