Sloe-eyed Summer

As the month of April dawns-

A heavy-lidded Sun
cowers in the corner
The heatwave wraps the day

stilling every moment,

hindering every thought and breath

a little everyday..

The fields lie brown and baked

Tufts of paddy splay out

like dried flowers; they

crackle even if you look at them

Exhaustion and fear line every face,

 especially animals at every step

The monstrous heatwave strangles 

harder and harder....
in weariness life lives

with fear that weighs more

than the bones

The worst fear of all:

What if, this excruciating heatwave
never ends!

Written for http://dversepoets.com/ MONSTER
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