I am weary now of long Summer daylight
with such stifled heat and dense, thick air, that I
cannot breathe.   I swim badly through the hours
and arrive gasping.

I loathe buzzing mosquitoes who chance to taste
my blood leaving itchy welts dotting moist skin.
Endless nights which drag their feet and give no rest
to clammy, hot flesh.

Autumn, come now and bring your cool dawns and nights.
Touch the trees and make them drop their sapped, worn leaves.
Paint the sky with frosty clouds and chill the air.
Summer’s stayed too long.







NaPoWriMo: Day Eleven

Today’s Challenge: Compose a poem in Sapphics. These are quatrains whose first three lines have eleven syllables, and the fourth, just five. There is also a very strict meter that alternates trochees (a two-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed, and the second unstressed) and dactyls (a three-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed and the remainder unstressed). The first three lines consist of two trochees, a dactyl, and two more trochees. The fourth line is a dactyl, followed by a trochee.

Note:  Trochees and dactyls.  Sounds like dinosaurs!