After Summer comes The Rains

i love the summers torrid, their Stark feel
time when the winds hold the time still
wherein the mirage waving like a dream sea
where silhouette twist their eerie entity

zenithal heat, vertical sun, burning limit
zero shadow, Dante's inferno, the sky's lit
zephyr of a sighing giant in the gaping air
under a disk flaming, sending sizzling glare

it feels like time is always and ever hot
lose any reviving, any freshening thought
but,to such flaring flames, the more i light
every flaming pyre, in the deep of night

there, the hill lying yonder, on the high rock
where the childhood souvenirs were used to flock
carved signs, built clay houses and plays
weddings simulated, and locust like horses

but now, autumn sadly shrouds the hilly plains
sleeping dead under thick haze and misty rains

dreaming patiently for time when buds come forth
and the  warm sun feeds earth, leaving the north

and after this sadness falling with rainy tears
there shall be smiles, abundantly given by earth