Wind through cottonwoods
Rustling on summers breeze
Green against blue sky
Giving shade from noonday sun
Time for a long siesta
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: heat
Molten Pavement – A Tanka
Black molten pavement
Heat waves rising toward heaven
Obscuring vision
A long road trip to nowhere
Destination has no name
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cool Of Evening
Cool of evening settles
Blades, wicker slowly whirring overhead
It’s hum rhythmic in accompaniment
Crickets chirp softly
Bringing gently waving grass to life
O’ how calming is dusk
Tho’ sweat yet trickles from my brow
As from my tumblers chill
Tropical flavors, fresh mango and papaya
Sooth the scorched palate
Shimmering pools call to me
Beckoning to placate tortured skin
I can scarcely resist this sensual temptation
As the clang of greatly diminished cubes
rattle the bottom of my now empty glass
I succumb to temptation
Shedding heat dampened clothes as if on fire
Plunging headlong into diamond heaven
Refreshed as water streams down my face
Ushering in the chill of summers breeze
Over moistened skin
I am renewed, welcoming vitality
As if reacquainted with an old friend
What more could one desire on a sweltering night
Than to be comforted by cooling breezes,
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hades – A Haiku
Image Credit: asergeev.com
This heat from Hades
Scorching unprotected flesh
The bone yard awaits
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Warm Profit – A Tanka
What happened to spring
Window panes covered in frost
Melt in summer’s heat
Global warming is a myth
When profit is your motive
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Savage Beauty
The crimson sky fumes with the rage of desert summer,
Turning springs flowers of gold and lavender to tawny dust.
Scorpion and rattler laze in awe,
Cherishing the warmth of the arid sun.
Cacti dot the plains, green and angry,
Breaking the monotony of the monochrome landscape.
Beneath even the most lovely of spouts lays a heart of bramble,
Drawing first blood from all but the sturdiest patron.
Lonesome ballads of the song dog eclipse the dark silence,
Howling teardrops rain upon the parched surface.
Rife with dwellers only dreamt of in nightmares,
Exotic, ghoulish, yet beautiful,
A vista both barren and thriving beckons.
Calling the adventurous to pay homage,
Genuflecting in respect to this alien canvas.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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