Winter In The Summer Sun

Sweet cake, and sun.
Beating down in white beams.
Burns with intense unending force.
Erasing the path,
our course, and focus.

Exhausted.
Fuzz in the ears.
Everything unclear,
like a drunkard underwater,
or a deaf bird in the fog.

A distant glow shines.
Voices, a door or tunnel.
The elements to hand,
seeking focus and command.
A tired grey land, devoid of fun.
Winter in the summer sun.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.