Never-Ending Summer

The fish from the burning sea

scowls at the hot sun

Its mouth angrily pressed

in a firm line

One Afternoon

It was an afternoon

when birds in their nest swoon

that the sun forgot

to turn on its burning heat

It cast a warm light

to every being’s delight

Its warm glow

enveloping everything in yellow

Trees, plants and birds

half-asleep, soaked in the mild sun

and humans pausing to stare

hoping for its good temper to last

forgetting the aura of twilight for a while