"Summer Day's Course"

One of my poems turns Sweet Sixteen today.

Summer Day's Course

(June 29, 1990)

Height
of summer,
hard the heat
at height of day;
then hard the rain, wild,
thunder-driven drench during evening's long approach,
shrouding the town with fog come night.
The streetlights top white pyramids, diaphanous,
wedges of the ground-hugging cloud
muffling sound, baffling sight,
while mosquitoes hum,
alight, and
bite.

E. L. Core

Confer.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Thu. 06/29/06 07:33:43 AM
Categorized as Literary.