Friday, 29 July 2022

Heatwave. Completed Illustrated version. (Revised).



Even this hot summer
It seems I am not alone
Hoping for a fresh fall of snow.

Energy prices are due to soar
Before November
Shuts down daylight
Adding deaths and destitution
To boost the seasonal misery toll,
But I still cry out for a fresh fall of snow

The air will then taste sharp and clean,
Especially in the red glow of dawn
Brightly promising new beginnings.

Tonight this heat is a wall of fire.
Oh now I long for a fresh fall of snow.

Trevor  John Karsavin Potter

July 29th.- August 11th. 2022.

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