From the Mountains of the Sun

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Of Breezes and Birds

A. Christine Myers
Jul 08, 2024
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A Sonnet for Summer

When the first breath is lifted, cool and sweet,
Daunting ill-tempered devils at their play
A-whirl with sand in teeth while they belay
The eyes and throat with dust; first breath when heat
Is still and stultifying, and the beat
Of heart and lungs are ominous and gray
Within the silence, when oppressive day
Poisons the thickened air……

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