Dawn is lit

Trees blur in misty air
over steely flat river
flowing in the glow
of morning's sunrise embers, mountains
grow into the graying sky

as

Percolating on the rocks
hissing water mutes the shocks
of branches snapping in the sun
the dawn is lit, the day begun.

Waterfalls

Lacy strips adorning walls
of black rock cliffs: waterfalls,
chanting in their whispered hush,
harmonize with the wind wrestling
in the quiv'ring brush.

F@&#, it's hot

      Fuck!

      It's hot.

      Cool in the shade, I am not.

      There sure as hell's an awful lot

      of summer coming, devil's plot.