Fay Slimm - Summer Stands Tall.

July empties itself over hot fields.
Grass, long since faded, now droops sadly while
Quielty dying, - even the earth yields
Up no droplet of dew. Barren, it smiles
Brown with dust, while merciless heat cracks even
The stones under which, collecting shade, crouches
A lizard, hardly alive, yet breathing
Invisibly. No cloud today to vouch
For rain. Summer stands relentlessly tall,
But with Autumn's demands, summer must fall.

Fay Slimm

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