Summer Takes a Holiday

 

Summer takes a holiday

 

The fledging leaves cling valiantly to the sap.

Trees dance gracelessly to the rising winds whim.

Golden leaves lose their grip

Plunges to the sated earth

 

The wind circles and waits.

Iron grey clouds puff out their cheeks

And acquiescence

 

The taste of rain on upturned skin

A sprinkling of soft drops

Like the tears of a child’s doll

Fall

 

The wind circles

Grumbles like a dragon in drag

Snatches hats from

Clinging hands on heads

Renders umbrella spikes

Modern art piece

Languishing

 

Clouds marshal. Rush to do

Wind’s outrageous bidding

In distant sky deep-throated

Thunder grumbles its disapproval

 

Volcanic condensation

Erupts upon the hurrying heads

Bereft of cover now

 

It hurls its fury upon the ground

Flows in tarmac rivers

Challenging the drains to hold their ground

 

The wind circles

Mollified for a gasp

It reins in its ravaging rampagne

Rattles gates half-heartedly

 

The rain concurs

A lull

Deluged rivers and reservoirs

Restraint stretched to breaking point

 

The wind circles

Coils it fist

Its destructive nature not sated yet

Upended roots

Centaury old quivers

Burst river banks flow unimpeded

 

Swamped homes floating beds

Uniformed Emergency Service Men in boats and helicopter

 

Wind circled Secured

Annual spot on the ten O’clock News

 

Thunder gives a contemptuous roar

Wind graciously succumbs

Spread a grin

Shrugs

Summer has taken a holiday