Dark drape scratches the ridge spine
beyond the creek great breath sucks in
small leaves clutch the ground stumble
for shelter birds cease their chat.

Hot breath spits unrepentant
grit red and wounding bows the trees
black curtain embraces heaven
stabs its feet with forks of light
delighting in the howl.

Palms cupped to the sky
we stand in the road
throats slaked in wonder
hear the tick of water on dust
tickle on dry leaves heady smell
of all our need of summer.