Around us in our shade and hush
Roared summer’s fierce fecundity,
And the sun struck down,
In blare and dazzle, on the myth of the world, but we
Safe in the bourne of distance and shade,
Sat so silent that, from woods coming down
To the whitewashed fence but yards behind me,
I heard the secret murmur and hum
That in earth, on leaf, in air, seethed.
~ Robert Penn Warren, from “Safe in Shade,” Being Here: Poems 1977-1980
Credits:
- Photo: Derek C. – Heat Wave
- Poem: Memory Landscape
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Nice poem. But simmering at 90F? Questionable.
Has the Florida heat dulled your senses? 😶
That may be one way of looking at it. One of many, if I may add 😎
Ha!
Nothing like a balmy 90 degrees.
You always have the best images!