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Cloudless skies

By Sioban Timmer

 

I lift a hand up to my eyes

While scuffing shoes and shooing flies

Watching the heat cloud wave and rise

As I journey under cloudless skies

 

The path is long to our home gate

The only traffic, trucks and freight

Frustrating if the mail is late

Meaning yet another day to wait

 

But not today, I have no fear

I sense it as I’m drawing near

That in that box, with address clear

Today I know, my book is here

 

Unwrapping it, the cover cold

Embossed with letters nice and bold

What tales are waiting to be told?

What new adventures will unfold?

 

I lift my hand up to my eyes

Now flying feet and fleeing flies

Watching the heat cloud wave and rise

As I journey under cloudless skies.

 

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A Shelter

Neridah McMullin

 

I put off going to bed,

The cloud cover,

Keeps the heat in…

And the stillness

Is oppressive.

 

Robins, wrens, honey eaters,

Panted the day away,

In shaded canopy,

Their beaks open.

Too hot to complain.

 

I open up the house,

All the doors; windows.

Something might wander in…

But hopefully,

It will wander out.

 

Thrown wide,

It’s no longer a house.

It’s a shelter,

A secret place.

A bed in the forest.

 

Under the sheets,

I listen to the night’s music.

Muted waves break,

Crickets click, ruffled feathers soften.

And at last, the birds are asleep.