Maxine Donna

A Summer’s Grief

Rays strike the fractured ground, scalping the peach soft skin of my soles. Scurrying away like an in hibernation the breath of the apologetic breeze strokes at my tortured helpless body, it coos like a mother crow does to her young . The proud majestic tree won’t be forgotten as it boasts and stretches out its chartreuse arms sweeping away the cruel, callous heat.