phoenix monsoon storm
haboob isn’t dirty word
it is dusty though
monsoon
Summer-nap
I drifted into a summer-nap
under the hot shade of July
serenaded by a cicada lullaby
to drowsy-warm dreams
of distant thunder…
P.S. Thank you to everyone who let me know about USA Today and King Features Syndicate using this poem for their July 5th Cryptoquote.
Summer wonder
late June, monsoon — kaboom!
patter, splatter, fat drops gather
splats, taps, windowpane raps
wind whips, swish, whish —
summer’s rumbling thunder
flash, crash, lightning dash
plash, splash, sky unlashed!
Opening night
monsoon winds tell tales
lightning dances thunder sings
rain is main event
Thunderstorm
boom rustle tip tap
tippity clink rumble crack
whoosh whish shhh fade black
It’s a dry heat streak
full moon monsoon clouds
glow pale light through windy trees
parched leaves shadow dance
Monsoon love
for the harsh heat wave
wet apologetic gift
from clouds to tree roots