Dog DaysThe porch swing hangs heavy.The potted plants sigh.But none is so hot norSo weary as I.The music of crickets,The buzz of the fly,Is droning unansweredTired and dry.The sun on the gardenHas dried every leaf.The vines are all withered;Gone summer’s feast.The Queen Anne has faded,Is no longer white.All life waits in stillnessFor coolness of night.We... Continue Reading →